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Depression
No sleep, the pills I pop my veins dance with lust, it's a must, my depression grows deeper, redefined my art, my heart black as tar I have grown apart, my bones de-attach from my soul I have seen souls.. My depression seen holes, why must I cry? My tears dried out years before I came out.. my future was planned from hand to hand... My depression, my depression, my depression has no name, I have bent over for the devil as he whispers , "open up" my heart grows weak.  My breast sink , my eyes red with blood stains, come dance with me as I dress up for the ball, as Satan calls. I've lived through the pain and anxiety grows deeper, my lungs fill up with smoke Satan puts his hands on my neck I choke.  The nights young as I pull the trigger , I pull my head back ;open my mouth ; pull the trigger but dust comes out.. I live...   I drop to my knees as Satan's pleased.. the pain still there I'm running out of air ; but still I live... My depression
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