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My Depression Defines Me
The demons they hold me, my tears flow through Satan blood , he laugh and dances at my pain , last night I dreamed he drew a tombstone with my name. My  depression defines me. My demons hold me I've been hurt, they told me they loved me millions of millions of times rehearsed. dodging bullets, taking punches my veins flows with opiate's. High as a kite, can't come down my world is distorted I've seen hell many time cuts down my skin to my acknowledgement I've died. When your life is over you've seen hell, through valley of shadow of death I shall die, for must I say I've never been right. The voices they speak to me telling me it's going to be all right but to my acknowledgement I have a lot of spite. Throwing things, running miles down a stream, worshipping he who's name cannot be spoken, now I'm broken. Cut me open Satan drinks my blood out of love, I died 3 times that day, but what can I say? My depression defines me.
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