Fuck Depression
I hate you
Oh I swear it true
Just to clarify you had never been my muse
You had been just a person who I had learned to use
For there is a monster inside of me
And he has been trapped in your cage
Theirs so much rage
But I must keep in mind
To always be kind ,but never be so blind
F**k depression
No longer will I rest
For , It is time for I Mercutio to jest
In other words im back
In other words im just a clown
But I will never have to live a new day
With something as idiotic as a frown
Depression, This is our last Goodbye
Frankly I hope you die.
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Mercutio
Just call me Mercutio. Some of my writings are better then other. I originally tried to make myself age appropriate for everyone ,but eh Im sick of that shit. Im a generally nice guy,who cusses a little too much. Anyways I enjoy writing , playing chess,and listening to loud music. What a wonderful life :3
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