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Skin, skin, so paper thin.
Red is a beautiful colour.
Sad, sad, she's feeling bad,
Just one more, one more, Another.
Dread, dread, dripping red;
Ain't it sad that in her head
She's only happy
When she's almost dead.
Empty, empty, always empty,
The hollow feeling grows.
A little longer
Not much more
Until she finally goes
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
RandomThis is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are...
