Notes
Maybe I was genetically predisposed to being extra sad and sensitive and moody. Maybe depression only began forming once I was a hormonal teenager, pushed a little too far by overbearing parents and overwhelming work loads. Or maybe this black wave had been festering behind my irises for the first fifteen years of my life, and only recently was it large enough to create thousands of tsunamis behind my left breast and in my tear ducts.
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