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Depression
I wanna crawl deep down, inside and never come out, I wanna hang till the light dims, I wanna crawl till my hands hurt, I wanna stay with a rock over me waiting till the drop, till time stops right in front of me, till no more words come out, till space gives the last breathe of air to earth, as I watch and wait to see it as time ticks down to my death, as time tells me the date and time I can escape this murdering place call earth.
