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Depression Session; Inability for Expression
Woe, woe, woe – woe is my foeCreature from hell, down from bellow Yo, yo, yo – yo I’ve fallen lowUp and down, the string of sorrow No, no, no – no I cannot growThere is so much more that I doth not know I want to run and run and never look backTurn the
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Year by Year
Work, play, restMurk, flay, testLurk, pray, crest Head is jumbledMind is fumbledOverencumbered is IToo weighted down to flyToo devoid of space to cryAll I can do I let out a brief sigh Relax they sayRelax and praySo I pray then lay downVanishing my worryThe blizzard clears, banishing the flurry
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Why Do the Numbers Glow So?
Pander not to others’ viewsDo what makes you happyUnless you want to get the bluesDo what makes you happy If you sell your soulIt’ll just leave a holeWhere your heart once laidJust so you can get paid Chasing numbers is a gameWhich may lead you on to fameBut is that where you want to go?As
McDream's Poetry 