Depression

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As I cry
My mind turns into a battle Field
Full of thoughts of what may go wrong next
I sit contemplating life
Then I released my inner demons
Through music therapy as sweet melodies play
My pain stays the same
Because I know your just a devil at the end of the day
Taunting me
Telling me I'm not good enough

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