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She’s holding me back, or maybe I’m holding her back.
I want to pack my belongings and go live in my car, but there is not enough room for both of us. I played with the dog and then I pushed her away because it’s her fault I’m here. So, I picked up the mop and began to mop the floors, but all I did was spread the tears that had fallen on the floor. “The cure for depression is to keep busy.” That’s my mom’s advice. I answered my emails and paid a few bills and again I cried.
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