Depression

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All alone in this world,
Nobody here that understands my pain,
There has to be somebody?

Blackness in my heart,
Blue for the tears that run down my face,
Constantly thinking about the pass.

Keep dwelling on the past,
Don't see what's in front of me,
All I see is my own sadness.

As I lay down to cry,
Hoping there's a way out,
Yet there isn't a way out.

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