I can see myself
growing old with you,
I can see the gray hairs
and wrinkled skin in our future.
You can fill my life with happiness,
butterflies and sweet-buttered lies
but my heart is broken and tired
and I'm lost in the rivers
of my depression
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Author's Note: Depression calls my name with bad intentions.
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