Poem thirteen

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Depression.

One word

Three syllables

But is so much

Where you are distracted

Tired

Hate yourself

And no one cares

No one understands what you went through

Or going through

We have to hold on to the one who do understand somewhat

Because sometimes,

They are our only anchors in the dreadful world

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