Could I borrow a few words?
I've lost some.
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I've got teams of loved ones psycho-analysing my life.
I'm depressed. And I'm thankful for the ones who've contributed a laugh, a phone call, an email, mix cds, hair makeover, nights at Velvet, homecooked favourites.
I know I haven't been the best of company. The once-infectious laugh has been replaced by a scowl; hyperbolised anecdotes by general silence. Sorry.
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Yet there's so much to look forward to.
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There's nothing wrong with the way you're feeling, sweet pea.
Cry if you have to. I wish I were there to share the Poliform couch with you. In that little fancy messy apartment of yours.
Get better soon. Promise./?
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Baby steps, baby.
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