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by Shnivel Jan 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
One day I hope it will end. It is with me every day. When I open my eyes in the morning, When I close them at night. It haunts my dreams, My tears and my screams. I wish it would disappear, Like water, evaporating. Please come and take it away. But you can't, can you? Because it's my it. Not yours.