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When it all falls,

You know,

Those walls in your head

Keeping out all that bad stuff

When you wake in the morning

And no instantly it’s a bad day

On top of that those small things seem significant

Heres a big pile of someone else’s shit,

Your bad mad mood, why not take it out on me

An hour break? Yea sure that will make it all better

Waisting my days with people I hate

Depression is a piss take.

By Lucy Williams


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