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Depression
A few cuts on my arm
With a small trail of blood
Just a little pain no harm done
Nothing makes me happy
Life is just a blur
Why do i feel this way
I don’t know but I wish I did
A couple more cuts for my leg
Not such a big deal
Until one day i can take no more
A storm of sadness in my head
Then finally it is over
I am dead.
With a small trail of blood
Just a little pain no harm done
Nothing makes me happy
Life is just a blur
Why do i feel this way
I don’t know but I wish I did
A couple more cuts for my leg
Not such a big deal
Until one day i can take no more
A storm of sadness in my head
Then finally it is over
I am dead.
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