Rhrs depressed poems
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These will be
My depressing thoughts
That are slowly killing me
Might as well share
To let you know the truth
How I really feel about myself
That I'm
Fat ugly stupid a bitch
Those are just some of the things I get called
So I'm telling you now
Don't listen to the haters
Don't care what they think
Don't believe them
If you feel this way
Call the suicide help center
I did and let me tell you
It helps
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