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I'm feeling wistful and withdrawn, As if I'm trapped beneath a shroud.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