Depression

Sitting high, where
you can’t,
take me under there.
Well you got me,
tired of fighting,
take me where
you lay.
I will follow,
please, be kind —
hide me from the rest,
Now I see you,
and I’m with you,
hold my hand,
we’ll rest.

-Sonja Jackson, OpenHeartTin

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