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People rush pass you I bet you don’t see them and if you do they’re probably an error an error in your sight Despite, what you may think there’s another side which holds............... A side that is cold There hatred, pain, unruly love unfolds People there are different They give a different treatment They are distant They are also down They always wear a frown Broken people walk freely around The less spoken word is happiness Please don’t call them depressed It’s more deeper, stronger It’s like a disorder of feeling empty There’s never a reason to worry because the nothing worse It’s like a curse They feel as if life is passing them by They may feel like they want to die so they cry, every chance they get, they cry so you wonder why? Why do they feel this way? Why do they feel it every day? My thoughts about why they feel this way? Why they feel it everyday is because of something that happened maybe long ago something memorable, so memorable they’re forced to know but they can’t let it show so quietly they cope You’re probably sitting down Watching them walk around Wondering what’s wrong with them There is nothing as crazy as them Just remember There is a place, not a town Broken people walk freely around The less spoken word is happiness Please don’t call me depressed It’s deeper, stronger