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Feb 2017
I am sad
Filled with pain
Depression inside my brain
Deaths almost one thought away.
I am awake
My seceret quite opaque
I as I live my life I hate
What am I
Dead on the inside
I cry feel no pain
As I walk down this lonely Lane
**** me
I say
As I hide this lonelyface
To put on a mask that could fool
The smartest man in my race
David
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