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Sometimes I am so resentful and angry for what I am. The hatred and disappointment for the depression that has sucked so much out of me and my life and denied so much of what I could have been. But then I see the racist cancer a lot of my generation have become. I don't know if it saved me, but it certainly shaped me, and probably prevented me from becoming that. It's such a bittersweet pill to understand, but I would swallow it everyday to not be one of them.