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The Rise & Fall of Depression
Laying on the grass
looking at the sky
pretty birds and bugs of sort
slowly pass you by
Minds begin to wander
Hearts starting to beat
Flaring sun will make you run
Nothing stops the heat
Taking one last glance
Into the broken mirror
What I see depresses me
My eyes begin to blur
He wants me to be different
Someone good to look at
What he wants is what I'm not
I am such a disappointment
