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Spades
Poems
Apr 2018
No Point
People always tell me that the future contains the best for me
But when my sad days became weeks I began to plea
But when my sad weeks became months I began to disagree
But when sad months become years I was convinced that itβs simply
My destiny
It's just the way I feel
#depression
#depressed
Written by
Spades
18/M/Canada
(18/M/Canada)
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