i can remember the happy days so well... before my dad had a stroke i was so happy... that was when i was 12... since then i've sunk deeper and deeper into depression... now at 19 i want the old days so bad... i hate the person i have become and wonder all the time how life would be different if this had not have happened. dont get me wrong... i have good days... but i want my old life back... it was a billion times better than the life i live now.
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