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Abandoned houses sit across the city, People drive past them Just looking at them up and down. I just wonder sometimes, How much life used to be in those houses? Often, I think, we do the same with people They’re beaten down and tormented Losing control of their image Because their mind is consumed by a disease That spreads rapidly, poisoning any good thought Of themselves in their head. Depression. Appearances mislead Sara I. Raad
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
Depression
Abandoned houses sit across the city, People drive past them Just looking at them up and down. I just wonder sometimes, How much life used to be in those houses? Often, I think, we do the same with people They’re beaten down and tormented Losing control of their image Because their mind is consumed by a disease That spreads rapidly, poisoning any good thought Of themselves in their head. Depression. Appearances mislead Sara I. Raad
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27/F/Detroit, MI
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
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