Depression's No Collar
There is a word
An emotion
The anti-me:
Happy
How can I- a priveleged young scholar
Thriving in the educational work place
Feel much smaller
Like I'm no ace
With no grace;
My slow pace
In the chase
Has no haste
For the thrills of life
But truth be told, despression's no collar
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