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Allow Me To Just Cry (A Poem)

It’s how I feel.
Life effing sucks.
Sorry, I have limited ability to see my life as positive.
I have limited ability to see my life as fun.
This has nothing to do with the corona virus, and everything to do with mental illness.
I imagine it’s my depression that makes me feel so sad.
Even when I could go out, it was difficult for me to do.
In any event, I’d like for this pain to just dissipate.
But, will it ever?
It’s not likely to permanently do so.
I’m sorry.
I think I’ll just cry.

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