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I'm feeling wistful and withdrawn,
As if I'm trapped beneath a shroud.
My mood is grim, my thoughts forlorn,
And melancholy feelings crowd.
Depression's grip is tight and strong,
A gloomy haze I can't break through.
I try to find a brighter song,
But all I see is shades of blue.
The weight of sadness drags me down,
And I can't seem to shake it free.
I wear a mask when I'm in town,
But inside I'm not who I seem to be.
I hope that soon the clouds will part,
And happiness will find its way.
Until that day, I'll do my part,
And make it through, come what may
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