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Apr 2016
They tell me to smile

I try for a while

They tell me to speak

That last for a week

They say just be happy

Your lifes not that ******

But what they don't see

Is the pain eating me

What they don't see

Are the scars left on me

What they don't see

Is the dread drowning me

What they do see

Is no longer me
Depression is an illness not a choice...
Grand Piano
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Grand Piano
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