Depression

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Twenty-four hours a day,
Crying my heart out.
Feeling every emotion.

My mind suddenly weary.
Thoughts running through my mind.

The feeling of feeling no love,
Of being alone.
Darkness overwhelming.

The sky turning dark,
Eyes turning red,
Feeling no ambition.

Just passion,
For a crumbling future.
An undefined destiny,
And suicide is the last option.

For depression exist,
It's a story that no one knows of.

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