Depression.

Ah wish ah’d died of Cancer or the Heart attack. Ah’m cursed wi bein’ a lucky Bastard and ah wish it wid run oot. Ah wid never commit Suicide because ye have to be brave to do that but Fifty Seven Years of mostly unhappiness and misery are beginning to take their toll.. Ah envy shiny happy people and like the Moody Blues ,I’m looking for a miracle in my life’. which, unfortunately isny coming anytime soon. Maybe things will be different Tomorrow.

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