Depression's EX

September 7, 2014

I often play in the day .

Even at night where you lay .

My name is Depression .

I like to give the impression

that everything is okay .

In all I feel like clay .

Always being molded be a plate .

Flat and Look pretty on a self .

To be the teeneger asked on a date .

I just want to be happy and not be depression's play mate.

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