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Dungeon of abyss,
Drowning thoughts in a mist,
Draining positivity into bits,
Deranged like a beast.

Drinking cups of coffee 'til night,
Deeply disoriented, heaving sigh;
Distorted keep on taking the blame,
Disowning myself thrown in a flame.

Depression this is sad and true,
Diverging thoughts of being blue,
Disguising so everyone knows no clue,
Distinguishing someone's great pretense,
Diluting everyone's presence.

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