D.E.P.R.E.S.S.I.O.N.

You're alone, and it hits you.

You are not quite,

you.

Your friends can feel it.

You don't go out.

You don't smile.

You don't live.

You've changed.

It's like

you're

not

you

at

all.

This poem is about: 
Me

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