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Jul 2020
Depression is real,
Makes people go through terrific ordeals,
Depression is deep,
Sometimes it makes you unable to sleep,
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary,
Dreaming of dreams that I wished I never had,
Making my mind go mad,
Making my time go fast,
Making me wish I was last,
Yet I always act like I’m happy,
Meanwhile inside I feel ******,
Always got a smile on my face,
While inside I feel like a disgrace,
Joking around with my friends,
But inside I’m at my mind’s ends,
Walking up with my head up strong,
Yet I feel like I don’t belong,
Depression makes me feel weak,
Yet my mind feels bleak,
Inside my mind,
My brain cells decline,
I feel like knives are stabbing me,
My body isn’t free,
It doesn’t even feel like my body,
When everyone’s looking at me so haughty,
Looking at me in disdain,
Man I wonder how long I can feign,
What am I doing with my life,
I’m living my life in strife,
I guess I was lying,
But deep inside I’m still crying
Written by
Mitch Baptiste  17/M/ur moms house
(17/M/ur moms house)   
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