Depressed
Walking down the aisle,
Back to the street, crowd and voices,
We're all a bit depressed,
Kind of sad, need some rest,
But we're not alone under moon,
So we hope we aren't loon,
Because our voices weren't our own,
As our screams have never shown,
The pain our mind withholds,
And the battles we daily won.
2018-05-18 12:43:29
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