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Depression (again)
Depressed again, I really can’t think of a reason.
Shitty weather, this cold winter season?
I’m good with myself, I’m fine with the others.
Still good to love my best friend and my mother.
Personally I don’t want to die today, what a relief.
But somehow depression robs me, fucking thief.
I look in the mirror a legit smile, but I still cry.
In my happiest times I’m depressed, but why?
Just keep fighting and take whatever they throw at me.
Just keep smiling and write that fucking poetry.
Shitty weather, this cold winter season?
I’m good with myself, I’m fine with the others.
Still good to love my best friend and my mother.
Personally I don’t want to die today, what a relief.
But somehow depression robs me, fucking thief.
I look in the mirror a legit smile, but I still cry.
In my happiest times I’m depressed, but why?
Just keep fighting and take whatever they throw at me.
Just keep smiling and write that fucking poetry.
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