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Jun 2016
I fall on the floor
And everybody sees
But life drags on without caring.

I get sick
And everybody knows
But life drags on without caring.

I fall into depression
And everybody feels it
But life drags on without caring.

But when I leave the world
Suddenly I am the selfish one.
And life drags on without me.
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
All of my depression poems after 6/5/2016 will have a suicide hotline number.
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
(Gender Fluid/My house)   
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