Depression
Depression I Have
Depression I Am
Sometimes I Wonder
What Did I Do Bad
Sometimes I Wonder Why Am I So Sad
When I Was In School They Would Bully And Laugh
My Dream Was To Be A Poet Now Look Where Im At
LOOK My Dreams Are Floating In The Air
They Would Bully And Laugh And It Wasnt Fair
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