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Sep 2020
The light is dim
and in the quiet I hear
sniffling
my baby is crying again

I know the feeling
like a pain you can't soothe away

As I sit here and wonder
**** it babe, I'm crying again

I'll hold you till it passes
until it comes around again
I'll hold you till it passes
until it comes around again
Seasonal depression, every season
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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