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Mood

in a war inside my head have to drag myself out of bed why oh why can't i just be dead? darkness settles over me as do sadness, loneliness, and emptiness three no one sees what's happening to me i laugh or smile and it's gone for a while but it always comes back to make me feel vile it's always there even when i say a prayer to stop this wear and tear on my heart and on my mind every day, i am resigned to this feeling that makes me blind to all the happiness in life it gives me strife and cuts me like a knife this is my mood. **DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT BASED ON DEPRESSION, SEEING AS HOW I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE DEPRESSION OR NOT. IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT, BUT JUST IN CASE, KNOW IT IS ONLY BASED ON HOW I FEEL.**

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