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Depressive

What’s it to you but for peace of mind
But what do words do if it’s the feeling we can not find
Maybe we are the ones you left behind
Forced to walk a path with no end in sight

An unlit path with an unobtainable map
I am me
We are sad

Lonely in a room full of people
An insomnia that can’t be remedied by any sleep pill
Written by Whitefeather
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