When will it pass
Tired of being alone its like a light that's being shone upon me. I guess people could give less of a fuck guess its all luck. Finding a partner to be a part of your life. Fallin on my knees start begging like geez when will the depression pass starting to feel green like grass. Guess people don't give a shit that I'm stuck in this pit. When will the depression pass
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