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Eyes Through Depressed Lenses

Depression, It’s a silent killer. It’s like being stabbed in the back, But it’s Invisible. The pain is sharp, sure, And your screaming at the top of your lungs, However to everyone else it's as if you lost your voice You're powerless. And so you just sit there; You feel paralyzed, While the world keeps moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, And you're just stuck. That's depression to me.

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