DEPRESSION
In my mind, I speak to myself.
My thoughts are floating.
My brain is like an open shelf.
A demon is gloating.
The one i speak of is like an elf.
He finally got me.
I'm trapped in a place.
I see nothing but darkness.
It is an empty space.
In there, I sensed awkwardness.
I heard the demon's voice.
His voice speaks of strange things.
He gave me a list of choice.
Those choices all mean the same thing and they keep echoing in my head like noise.
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