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When the night sets in,
when there's no more light to wish the darkness away,
here's when my thoughts come rushing,
intruding my peace of mind.
They, are coming to haunt me.
The voices all around me
utter continual sets of sounds.
Sounds that leave me open wounded,
sounds that bring me down.
Weakened, they leave me,
these words that crack my heart.
I'm trying to break loose but these times are just so hard.
I don't want to be left alone,
lost and scarred.
Whether I survive or not will forever remain a mystery.
I'm dying to know,
is there no end to this misery?
Depression. (This was actually the first poem I wrote since I started writing again. Not my best but I'm still proud of it.)
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Rick the shoe shine boy
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