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My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
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..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack...
the little things resting on the edge of dust...
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My starting verse
a thorough beginning...
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This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...
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The fox looked up toward the moon
And thought "I could jump that high...
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The Old Black Dog is back once more whining and...
His fetid teeth want to rip and gnaw purpose and...
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you will never know
of pain until you unearth...
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Feminine lips capture my heart.
Firing desire before we start...
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I lay in bed preparing
for the looming long chill...
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The nights drags on
Lost in my thoughts...
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I don’t want to write a story
That has a happy ending...
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I don't know what I'm ought to do,
'Cause it melts me by just merely looking at you...