9/7/2019
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Everyday is depression day
It's what I used to say
And it's what I used to think
Because everyday, I seemed to sink.
Sink, sink down into the abyss
Will I ever find my one true bliss?
Lacerations, abrasions, bruises and burns.
Why does it matter? It all ends in an urn.
I was alive,
Alive but alone
Until you came along
And you gave me a throne.
As our lives alter
And as I reign with you.
Our Empire won't falter
'Cause we've found our bliss that's true.
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