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Jan 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Call it depression
Or even the blues
But I won’t be fodder
For the morning news
However you view it
I do not choose
To end it all now
In fact I refuse

I often feel like
I wanna check out
But suicide’s something
I rather doubt
It’s only an option
That some people flout
But it’s too complicated
To be about

Call it a rut
Or down in the dumps
I’m in a morass
See I’ve had my lumps
I’ve taken my bruises
Along with the bumps
But my heart will keep beating
For as long as it pumps

So I ‘m resigned to living
Until I draw my last breath
And I will not leave here
Until nothing more’s left
How I’m feeling now
Is no more than a test''
That life is giving me
In case you haven’t guessed





(Cedric cClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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     vb and Rob Rutledge
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