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Feb 2011
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.
I honestly don't know how I was feeling when I wrote this, I just grabbed a pen and went with it.
Written by
Rebecca Hartel
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