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Depression "Reflection" 1 - 3 - 03
strolling down a beaten path
things that have come to pass
memories that incite wrath
weigh you down with due mass
it seems the clock will never toll
for the ones who stroll the road
never a drug to ease the souls
no place to call their humble abode
pain drives them through life
whips of fury, unhealing scars
perpetuating the tortuous strife
no control, held back by bars
tears roll down wrinkled cheeks
muffled weeps and moans escape
feel you lived a life of meek
as you blame, yourself, you hate
things could have been more
maybe even a little fun
you knew life had in store,
a life that contained none
drifting in thought
hollow regret
Death has caught,
the end met...
