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Heal, damn you
Heal, damn you
By jfarrell
It is 7 weeks before my 50th birthday
And I just want my depression gone. Forever;
This ‘illness’, this ‘condition’; this curse;
Heal, damn you! Let it go.
After 38 years, you’d think it’d be cured by now;
All the money and time spent in therapy;
Or I’d have learned to accept it;
Heal, damn you! I need to live.
With no cure, I grow very old, alone,
Living off tea and biscuits because it’s all I can afford;
Who’d want that?
Heal, damn you! Don’t condemn me to that.
