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Good Morning sunshine
Nikhil Parekh
oblivious to all the loneliness and wretched depression that heavily circumvented my life, Good MRate it:

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Heliograph
Harry Crosby
but not too strong to fracture. Post-War Depression. Extensive swamps formed by alcohol stagnatingRate it:

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I'd Definitely Commit Suicide
Nikhil Parekh
if she sporadically broke into fits of maniacal depression and epilepsy sporadically; deliriously sRate it:

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If Anything Was Ever Going To Cure You.
Nikhil Parekh
to vanquish even the most fugitive ounce of depression from your bones; perpetuating you to foreverRate it:

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If Indeed There Was Any Dearth
Nikhil Parekh
Lord Almighty; today, There was no dearth of depression; as even the most innocuously sparkling oRate it:

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If Its From Your Heart
Nikhil Parekh
it perpetually blazed through the mortuaries of depression forever and ever and ever, Whether it Rate it:

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In New Orleans
Eugene Field
about with pink and rose, With its curious depression into which the gravy flows; Two dainty silverRate it:

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Inimitably Infallible fantasy
Nikhil Parekh
transformed every bit of inexplicably cadaverous depression; into an unshakably kingly rainbow of eRate it:

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Its Because There Existed Your Perpetual Heart.
Nikhil Parekh
behead the most inconsolable chapters of depression; with miraculously undefeated freshness, Its Rate it:

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Just A beat
Nikhil Parekh
meadows of fathomlessly exotic life. Insanity; Depression; Remorseful Isolation; is what I didn't Rate it:

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Just A Moment Ago
Nikhil Parekh
loitered in corridors of hopelessly crippling depression, While at present; she had become the proRate it:

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Life Overrules death
Nikhil Parekh
lackluster sleep, Courage overrules devastating depression, Wind overrules claustrophobic fanaticRate it:

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Lighting The Lantern Of My Love
Nikhil Parekh
myself on nails of despondently rotting depression; ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebukeRate it:

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Live Life Truly Kingsize
Nikhil Parekh
within walls of savagely asphyxiating depression; propels you inevitably to have breakfast with perRate it:

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Lost Souls
Raynolds Moseamedi
like I deserve such deprived loneliness? Like depression would ever find comfort in such celestialRate it:

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Lost Souls
Raynolds Moseamedi
like I deserve such deprived loneliness? Like depression would ever find comfort in such celestialRate it:

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Love Eases life
Nikhil Parekh
Brotherhood eases enmity, Sunlight eases depression, Salt eases lacklusterness, Fragrance easesRate it:

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Love Had Never Seemed So Immortal
Nikhil Parekh
stagnated in the aisles of insatiably penalizing depression; counting the last days of my life evenRate it:

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Marooned
Nikhil Parekh
on the island of maniacally hypochondriac depression; I listlessly admired death to the most unprecRate it:

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Me. Just me
Nikhil Parekh
Far away from the chains of asphyxiating depression; cascading into an endless stream of unbelievaRate it:

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My body and my mind
Kabir
body and my mind... My body and my mind are in depression because You are not with me. How much Rate it:

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No Combats
Nikhil Parekh
order to combat the arrow of fecklessly frigid depression; I used the sea of rhapsodically untamed Rate it:

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No control , Just aware
No control , Just aware
Shell. With an smile to the exterior. No more depression. We have a solution. More than 1000 thoughRate it:

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Now—Then
Kurt Philip Behm
When did the global depression begin When did the leaves start to wither and fall When did the answers start questioning themselves When d...Rate it:

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Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge the Banker
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
men long talked with bated breath of that depression dire When Mr Bodge, the banker, left the old tRate it:

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