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Why don't you just stop this depression? You're giving yourself a deep, unwanted impression. You blame the world and the people and do nothing but weep; When it was you who made you fall in to deep. I'd ask, "Just look at the bright side, okay?" "But there is no bright side," you'd say. Say what you want, you're making me angry, Why can't you think of the times when you were happy? Please, look at the glass as half full, Or else you'll lose to depression in this distressing duel. Why won't you look at what you have, and not what you don't have, dear? Instead of mourning for yourself and sitting at the corner in pain and fear. One

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