Once, I Layed in Bed All Day

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No, I wasn’t depressed. I was sad and wouldn’t leave my bed. It was comfortable. I and my bed hold one of my closest relationships. It’s where I’m most honest. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed and I’ve poured the entirety of my heart out all on my bed. Truthfully, it’s not every morning that I have the strength to leave my bed. Some days it take more time but somehow, I leave.

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