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Depression is a beast
It hides beneath the skin
It's claws leave many scars
Both outside and within
It whispers hate and evil
It feeds upon our hearts
It cripples our defenses
It literally tears us apart
It thrashes through our minds
Haphazard disarray
I'm lost in tortured thoughts
With nothing left to say
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