ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ
My day Is ash grey
The night is to long
These words are wrong
There's is nothing good to say
As I lay down to rest
No dream come, it's for the best...
Daylight comes, boredom too
Why'd I bother to get up so soon?
Could this be a better day.....
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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍
PoetryI showed you where it hurts, and for what it's worth you made it worse.
