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You look depressed, stressed, oppressed, They say. Really? Imagine my surprise At their pitying eyes I checked the mirror To see myself clearer, I thought I looked okay. But soon that thought became my own torturous little game, and overcame my happy mind You look stressed, depressed, oppressed. You ARE stressed, depressed, oppressed. Well now I am.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
You are, aren't you?
You look depressed, stressed, oppressed, They say. Really? Imagine my surprise At their pitying eyes I checked the mirror To see myself clearer, I thought I looked okay. But soon that thought became my own torturous little game, and overcame my happy mind You look stressed, depressed, oppressed. You ARE stressed, depressed, oppressed. Well now I am.
Needs a little work, but here ya go
jane-doe-5
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
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