Depression

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My day
Is ash grey
The night is too long
These words are wrong
There's nothing good to say. . .
As I lay down to rest
No dreams come, it's for the best. . . Daylight comes, boredom too
Why'd I bother to get up so soon? Could this be a better day. . .

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