Love Hate Tango with Depression

I hate the way you make me feel, Depression – your weight is heavy and guilt-laden. It seems we always find our way back to each other, especially during this time of year.     I can see you out of the corner of my eye; I’ve seen you slinking around a few steps behind me for months now. You think you’re clever, but you’re not; I know your M.O. and have committed it to memory. My pace has slowed these past few days and I’m well aware you are…

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