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    Depression eats at me like a hungry cannibal. I can't discern proper thoughts from anxiety and paranoia anymore. Every day is a struggle to smile and feel genuine warmth in my heart. I'm cold, so cold. ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■ ■■■■

I just want to be held.