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Ah, But Depression - That Is What We All Hate. We The Afflicted. Whereas The Relatives And Shrinks, The Tribal Ring, They Rather Welcome It: You Are Quiet And You Suffer.

People Have A Right To Their Own Lives, And If You Can't Help Somebody, You Ought To Get Out Of Their Way.

Mystical State, Madness, How It Frightens People. How Utterly Crazy They Become, Remote, Rude, Peculiar, Cruel, Taunting, Farouche As Wild Beasts Who Have Smelled Danger, The Unthinkable.

I'm Slammed With An Identity That Can No Longer Say A Word; Mute With Responsibility.

Hell, I Don't Want To Grow Old At All. I Never Want To Die.