You've know me for quite awhile,
But you haven't walked in my shoes for mile,
You thought u knew all,
That my life was as simple as a ball,
But it aint a ounce,
My ball doesnt bounce,
Well not in a good way,
Not without a good pay,
A cheque of sheer shit,
To be lit,
With a bundle of more crap,
Now I'll stop my self from telling you to much of my map,
Cause ur not a friend if you can't figure out,
Which route to take.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoesíaYou 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...
