Drink Bleach sounds yummy right. Just open up that blue cap of clorax and be like ohh ya this is the stuff. Take a couple shots and get high on the fumes. Oh but this book isn't about drinking bleach at all. Here it is about todays society and how it makes me wanna drink bleach. Oh but theres also beauty in this world, creations all around of beauty. Like dead roses and cats. Which aren't bad, but ya its all about poetry here so open it up. Light a candle. Get your cup of bleach ready (Meerly Joking) and enjoy.

De•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.