Julius Moscos Poet Rhyme

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Hanging at the edge of depression
  Since, never I've known a face of expression
  A thought of a depressed overthinker
  Is just like a tear in a river
  It haunts!

  For they say am a fey
  What's left to, but bray?
  Nothing, did I not adore?
  But now, everything I abhor?
  It haunts!

  Left tormented in a void
  By friends who alike avoid
  All I speak, quickly they chide
  Still not enough, they deride?
  It haunts!

  They say am not in form
  Can I? When am out of the norm?
  Always, am trying to battle
  Can you? What you can't handle?
  It haunts!

  Then, I was warm and did glow
  Now, so cold and empty as snow
  I espy only my friend nature
  And conjure with rain's enemy azure
  It haunts!
 
  This abyss a bridge to death
  So dense and dark to breath
  Sucking you caressingly to drown
  You ought to know, you down
  It haunts! 

  When it's time to behead 
  Try too to befriend
  By being coherent to understand
  Only shall we start to withstand
  It haunts!

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