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My parents seem to love to do this. Just ask me, completely out of the blue, "Are you sad?" It annoys me to no end. Especially because they seem to have the uncanny ability to ask me that on my better days which just reminds me that no matter how I feel in the moment, my depression is still there. Anyone else have similar feelings?
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"The rain keeps crawling down the glass. The good times never seem to last. Close your eyes and let the thought pass."
'Prodigal' by Porcupine Tree
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