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My depression
My depression is a shape shifter ,
One day it's as small as a bird in the mouth of a crocodile
The next it's the crocodile .
On those days I play dead until the crocodile leaves me alone.
I call the bad days the Dark days.
And anxiety keeps me ahold in my bed so I can't get up.
One day it's as small as a bird in the mouth of a crocodile
The next it's the crocodile .
On those days I play dead until the crocodile leaves me alone.
I call the bad days the Dark days.
And anxiety keeps me ahold in my bed so I can't get up.
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