Poem 22- Depression

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Everything goes black

Everything goes out of track

Maybe it's just me

Maybe I just need my morning tea

I don't enjoy doing anything

It's like feeling autumn in spring

Broken down piece by piece

Or could it be a hidden crease

No one to share

You have to bear

Maybe it's just in my head

But I just wanna be in bed.

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