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Tears flow Emotions grow People get the wrong impression You're not suffering from depression Pop more pills The pain hurts so bad it kills You try to stop With that you let your body drop Lying down People all around Your body lowered into a hole To the sky flies your soul Covered in dirt You feel no hurt The pain is gone The suffering is done.

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rebecca-hartel

American

Published: Feb 23, 2011
LinesWords: 1967

Notes: I honestly don't know how I was feeling when I wrote this, I just grabbed a pen and went with it.

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