I miss playing with my friends and talking with my family but that all changed when the depression hit.Mama and Papa are looking for jobs.Every morning I wake up with my pillow all brown except for the outline of my head on where it had layed.Sometimes I just sit in my bedroom and talk to myself so I don't keep anything bottled up.We don't have as much food or money as we used to.I always feel alone and sometimes lost.
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