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Depression you have Become My Obsession© Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment and oft while I sleep which is never too deep You threw my marriage under thy carriage and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say. Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own **** At my own hands no less, what a royal mess is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess So I cower in the dark and harken back to the good ole days when then things were cheery with my dear near Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure and sweet Louise that was for sure Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be and sit idly by as they apply their best effort... To make me whole again Andreas Simic©
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
Depression you have Become My Obsession
Depression you have Become My Obsession© Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment and oft while I sleep which is never too deep You threw my marriage under thy carriage and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say. Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own **** At my own hands no less, what a royal mess is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess So I cower in the dark and harken back to the good ole days when then things were cheery with my dear near Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure and sweet Louise that was for sure Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be and sit idly by as they apply their best effort... To make me whole again Andreas Simic©
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Sep 10, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
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