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Depression falls like rain on the masses, soaking in the discontent of fallen reflections. Shattering in the thoughts that whisper ever more with closed minds. The flood gates vent a deluge of filth saturating the skin in delusions of self. Never again, again never pertained to this time repeating like a B movie reject. I look at the world were in now, and I feel clouds over us, even though the sky has none.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Depression Of Our Time
Depression falls like rain on the masses, soaking in the discontent of fallen reflections. Shattering in the thoughts that whisper ever more with closed minds. The flood gates vent a deluge of filth saturating the skin in delusions of self. Never again, again never pertained to this time repeating like a B movie reject. I look at the world were in now, and I feel clouds over us, even though the sky has none.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
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