| Depression |
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Nobody knows the pain she's in (Her friends don't call any more); Lost and alone, in a world of her own, Since depression knocked on her door. The strain of living this way Can be seen in her pretty face. She was once so full of vitality. Now, depression has taken its place. Attempting to rise from this pit, She plays songs of yesterday. How wonderful life was then, Until depression came her way. She struggles to find an escape From the black tunnel she's living in. But, with love and understanding, I pray this battle she'll win. |
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