Depression
Eats at you
Eats at you
Eats at you
Until there is nothing left
By a vast void
An empty hole
Where your soul used to be
You constantly feel alone
That no one cares
Rather you live or die
You constantly have thoughts
Of tax your own life
Because
Who would miss you
Who would even notice
That you are no longer there
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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