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depressed


pain so strong that i rest on a backrest

my heart beats with why am depressed 

sadness feels like heavy distress

my eyes over the armrest

 my head doesn't feel well with a headrest 

my soul shivers in detest

hours seep but the jest 

feels flat as a rest

my spirit dies with pain that it can't express

just maybe its mostly the horrible stress

i should get up and head southwest 

to get away from the unblessed 

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NomoreGoodbyes
Interesting ♡

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