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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2162371

A poem about depression and how you feel hollow.

Every day people ask me if I'm okay.
Ok
So I tell them each and every way that I'm okay
Ok
But it seems that only I can see that I'm okay
Ok
I wish these questions would stop asking me if I'm okay
Ok
But every and every night I go to sleep haunted by my okay
Ok

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