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I’ll never finish the best poem in the world.
Not because I’m depressed.
Depression that stalks me like a gravely voice.
Moving so slowly that it feels drastic.
Depression is when I wrote a great poem.
Sinking in.
When the door shut on me.
I realized that I got the assignment wrong again.
And cried.
And ran while throwing my shield aside.
I didn’t know how to write the greatest, best poem.
But then it happened for once.
Depression makes great poems sometimes.
The drooping feeling makes great words.
The groggy feeling turns to me.
I think I got the assignment wrong.
No grades in this world.
I still tumble.
Write the best poems.
I got it wrong again.
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