My Friend Melancholia
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Last published Mon, May 4, 2020
Melancholia is a girl I've befriended, a girl who challenges me and pushes me to my limit, a girl I've known all my life. Melancholia is a girl everyone hates but they shouldn't. She'll bring you to your knees countless times until you learn to stand strong. I'm grateful to melancholia. Because of her I came to the realization that despair is necessary. That's something they don't tell us, but we should know.
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