D.E.P.R.E.S.S.I.O.N.
You're alone, and it hits you.
You are not quite,
you.
Your friends can feel it.
You don't go out.
You don't smile.
You don't live.
You've changed.
It's like
you're
not
you
at
all.
This poem is about:
Me
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