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     The line between my happiness and my depression is hazy
    They run so closely together
    As if they coexist in harmony
    Im afraid that the dark shadow of depression may soon over take that of the bright skies of my happiness
    Who will i be then?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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