He has more nicknames than a kid named after his father and four uncles.
He doesn’t care what you call him.
He would prefer a cute nickname so he can come back soon.
He hangs out as long as you let him.
He is like the man that spins straw into gold.
He doesn’t like one thing.
He doesn’t like his name.
He doesn’t like it when you identify who he is.
He doesn’t like when you work at making him disappear.
He is ugly.
He is selfish.
He is wicked.
He is Depression and I am calling him out.
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