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Depression


you wont know what it is until it hits you

until it shakes you

until it grabs a hold of your soul

until it makes you feel cold

week in the knees mind in twists

 

you thought it was people overreacting

weell its people underreacting

you thought it would just come and go

the truth is it never leaves your soul

kinda like a locust

but this time its your emotions 

being sucked out you feel so left out.

 

it isnt right 

its never right

but it comes and never leaves

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