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About This Poem
Depression
She heads for the front door
And she wont be back anymore
Her mind made up a while ago
To a rented room she'll go
She cannot stay another day
So she choose to leave today
Leaving behind her kids and him
Her depression now is setting in
And she is fighting for her life
No more mother, no more wife
She feels nothing anymore inside
As though a part of her has died
All she does each day is cry
She has no answers why
In a note she says goodbye.
carolann crowley 3/12/2012
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