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My year has been a mess. I feel as though my heart went through a blender. Can I just have him confess? For I fell in love with my opposite gender.   He was a sweet boy, Or so I thought.
Depression and I have been dating each other for five years. Depression was a lover that would convince me to bed earlier than anyone ever should. Depression kissed me on the first date, and I haven’t shaken my lover since.
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
They told me to marry rich,to marry "up."But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers. 
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