Depression Kills
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Last published Tue, Apr 15, 2014
This is a true poem ! It may be about you or me ...... Your choice ..... This short poem is about the cruel murderer named Depression.... Depression is like a bullet, it has no name.... Be COMPLETELY HONEST.... Comments matter...
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