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[Dec. 10th, 2002|03:02 pm]
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In this proud land we grew up strong.
We were wanted all along.
I was taught to fight, taught to win.
I never thought I could fail.

No fight left or so it seems.
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted.
I've changed my face, I've changed my name.
But no one wants you when you lose.

Don't give up
Cos you have friends.
Don't give up,
You're not beaten yet.
Don't give up.
I know you can make it good.

Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground

Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up
We don't need much of anything
Don't give up
'Cause somewhere there's a place
Where we belong

Rest your head
You worry too much
It's going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don't give up
Please don't give up

'Got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That river's flowing
That river's flowing

Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs

Don't give up
'Cause you have friends
Don't give up
You're not the only one
Don't give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up now
We're proud of who you are
Don't give up
You know it's never been easy
Don't give up
'Cause I believe there's the a place
There's a place where we belong

--Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush

Three years ago today. I didn't know Luke well, in fact I barely knew him at all (or so I realised, after), and I never knew why. But I still miss him. And I've always wondered if anything I could have said would have stopped him, or made any difference at all. I'll never know, now. But please, any of you who suffer from depression, please, at least try talking to someone first. You never know, they might well be able to help. At the very least, they'll want to try if they care about you at all. And there's always someone who cares about you, even if you don't know it...

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Date:December 10th, 2002 - 04:04 pm
*gentle hugs*

*sigh* even if you don't know it which almost by definition is how people with depresion feel, if we get to that point. I've never come near to dying of anguish, only of indifference to living and weariness of existence. The hardest thing to bear is knowing that the people who need that advice the most are the least capable of using it.
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Date:December 10th, 2002 - 07:15 pm
*wraps arms around you and cuddles you lovingly*