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<font color="green"> Here is a poem I wrote about it recently:
Like a fog, heavy with rain,
Depression surrounded me.
And shackled to my pain
Thought I could never be free.
Then I stepped past its limits,
And I’m standing in sunlight.
Giddy with freedom’s delights
Though weary from the fight
Whatever comes tomorrow,
I have today’s release.
A chance to play and grow
A time to breath in the peace.
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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