depression

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She started out as a friend,
I don't recall when we met,
But Now I just want it to end,
Because she burns like a cigarette.

She was usually tall,
She had long and dirty hair,
She always seemed to put me above all,
She was also thin as air.

She is the one who follows me throughout school,
She is the one who follows me throughout the days and nights.

Each day as she followed,
She would grow bigger and bigger,
She would make sure my day was filled with pain and sorrow,
It took her 7 years until she won and made me pull the trigger.

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