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Another Bad Day

But what can I say?

Each week gets worse then the last

I dwell to long on the future,I have no present,just a horrible past

These Black-circles are a part of me

Another con to my identity

I suck all the life out from the room

Unhappiness, the Bringer of gloom

Some say my eyes are pools of black

My soul is bound, I'm about to crack

The wieght of life grows stronger

I will hold it in no longer

I am a hope monger

I leave victims in my wake

And I pray for this depression to break