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Jan 2014
Dear Depressed you call me every day
tell me how worthless and weak I am
I hate the hold you have on me
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate that fact the monster in my head is winning
this battle and maybe I will end this monster soon
By any means possible
Carey
Carey
Written by
Carey  HELL
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