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Feb 2018
With a gasp
I'm out of bed
Taking on the day
with much dread
I want to scream
instead, I pray
That the cold water
would take me away
But pushing from the ground
I take a breath
I can't cause the pain
that would come from my death
So smiling and laughing
acting like the rest
I put on a good show
and hide that I'm depressed
Mac
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