Summary Of Tomorrow
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Last published Sat, Jul 30, 2016
Everything is different as it was before. I used to hang out with my family, and we would have fun, no doubt about it.
Once one of us couldn't exceed in life, the rest of us would fall with them.
But not me.
I keep going, but it's a pain in the ass.
As I moved on, it just got worse.
Depression took over, friends kept leaving, and thoughts kept coming.
Nothing ever stopped.
...
Tomorrow is another day.
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