Depression
Where do I run, where do I turn,
Where do I hide or do I just burn.
This feeling it hurts, this feelings my seed,
It leads me to greatness, the feeling I need.
The blood it flows, the thoughts they fly,
The burn it shows, but gives me a high.
Sickness is science, science is taught,
But depression is guidance, guidance of thought
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