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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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Spiral of Doubt
If there’s a former and a latterIt’s probably the latterThe former doesn’t matterIt’s just meant to scatterYour heart and your mind, it’s only hypotheticalJust meant to tickleYour nerves, unearthedYour feelings of doubtThe things that you shoutThen you sit there and pout Overthinking, the ship is sinkingDown down down we goFill up buckets with water, throw
McDream's Poetry 