broken
six feet deep in my grave.
Waiting for someone to unlock me from this slave.
Which I am in honor of depression
It wont go away and I wish it would.
It wont go away but i wish I could.
Help me find my sanity wont you.
No just leave me in the dark
alone
crying
dying
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