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Oct 2020
When people say depression
What they imagine is someone forlorn
But you will never see me frown
They could never tell I am down

Am I good in acting?
Or is it on lying?
My smiles and responses are automatic
You can never tell I am a lunatic

Will someone discover
The truth down under
No time to discover
Till I am six feet under
When will they know?
Written by
Yana Kim
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     Imran Islam, Stalwart Dull, Eman, misha and Fawn
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