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Depression is a state of mind but remember my dear it is a crime to cut the throat of a beloved soul and suck the life from within the hole. Cross out the lies that left your lips and drink the blood with thirsty sips. Snap her bones into shattered glass, hold your breath until screaming pass. Shout her name from miles away. He doesn't move, he doesn't stay. Rip the wounds with foolish tears and cover the scar with dreaded fears. Taste the pain on your own bandaged tongue and drip the tears into her precious lungs. Shoot the smile from her face and bring her to a forbidden place. Screaming, she runs away. He doesn't move, he doesn't stay.