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My world pitch black, so problematic, I couldn't just lay back.
Crying as I carry the weight on my shoulders,
They were just too large, they were bigger than boulders.
There were sudden stops in time, moments when I couldn't even rhyme.
Days became longer & I lied about being fine.
"Oh, these tears aren't mine."
-a.-
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YOU ARE READING
A Depressed Poet
PoesíaPoems that can relate to your cries in the corner. I'll be your friend in those sleepless nights. "And now, depression, you creep in when I'm all alone, Found everywhere in the notes of my phone." -a.a
