Truth Untold

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I'm exhausted ," I said,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
It's a lie.

Tonight you ask me
What depression feels like.
I think, then tell you
That it's sort of like
Slowly clicking up a roller coaster tracks,
Waiting and waiting to peak,
But never reaching the top.

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