Loneliness
Dear Depression,
Another day has come and gone
with moonlit rays receding to the approaching dawn.
Why, oh why, do you make me feel all alone
even with friends coming to and fro?
Books seem to be the only thing
to keep my head above the waves
especially in these lonely days.
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