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Depression Is A Bitch
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Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2016
Dear, Diary
I'm Jack.  I hate depression 
I cut myself every night.  It feels good.  I hate being Gay. 
My dad abuses me. 
My mom tries to help me.  My little brother Sam is youngest. 
He gets the most pain at of all us. 
We moved to America. 
But, I met him. 
He's nice.  I hate nice people. 
He probably heterosexual so whats the point of having a crush on him?
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