Depression

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Depression sleeps across my
   shoulders,
She coils around my throat,
She is swirling inside my
   stomach,
She makes me start to choke.

She grips my air-ways nice and
   tight,
I cannot breathe,
I can't see the light,
She clings to my body and to my mind,
"This will be hell for my parents to
    find."

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