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A poem about my seasonal depression |
| "Spring" A time of new, A time of change. But why do I Remain the same? The sun will shine, Flowers will bloom. But why do I Feel such gloom? Butterflies dance, Birds will sing. But why does this Keep happening? Animals return, warmth will come. But why does It still leave me numb? Even though spring Is new, Every year I Always remain blue. |