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Depression
Here I sit, within my room, Darkness falling, shades of gloom, Panic rising, fear and doom, I need somewhere to hide. Desperation, deep despair, Everyone seems unaware, “Help me someone! Don’t you care?” I’m screaming deep inside. At wit’s end, I just can’t cope, Desolation without hope Sliding down a slipp’ry slope With dreams of suicide. Freedom from the daily stress Endless slumber’s sweet caress Take the knife and gently press My wrist’s now open wide. Restful, peaceful, quiet bliss My escape from the abyss Why was my life so amiss? No reason is implied. ![]() a-a-a-b 7-7-7-6
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