Picture Us

Depression was the fucked up bitch I never saw cuming. 

She was never satisfied or pleased. 

But she was there when nobody else was. 

And stayed there when everyone left. 

She would build me down. 

Basement leveled and leave me cementing. 

Never allowing me to build upon my foundation. 

And through my happiest of moments she found away to stay present. 

Now picture us… 

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