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If I was an empty glass Depression would be water A tap being left on over night Over weeks Over years Me desperately trying to catch every drop before anyone notices Time bringing me close to the brim Another drop would bring me over the edge Im full now
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Broken Tap
If I was an empty glass Depression would be water A tap being left on over night Over weeks Over years Me desperately trying to catch every drop before anyone notices Time bringing me close to the brim Another drop would bring me over the edge Im full now
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
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