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by Darci Jan 7, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Lets go for a walk, Through the lanes. There's happiness and love, fear and pain. You look like you care, But i know you don't. You just look around, and say stop with the joke. You don't believe, that this is really me. I hid this depression, deep down inside of me. Now it comes out, through tears and blood. All mixed in a puddle, that begins to flood. Then you rush in, to finally set me free. But now i'm gone, Because you didn't believe.