Night be still,
Day be more,
Whilst words say all,
A simple secret,
Said by one,
Will spread to tons,
Then turn away,
To a dreadful rumur,
And lie to all you will,
To cover up,
The secret they had caused.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
