Poem -

Different day

Different day

Same shit different day, guess I'm in a negative place what can I say? No this isn't some game I want to play. You don't know how much my depression may weigh. Love me or hate me I don't give a fuck, at least I know how to help Someone when they're stuck. And knowing me this was just my luck. trying to stay happy go lucky is hard come back and claim happiness when you've Β been bruised and scarred. Don't tell me how to live when you don't understand what this is.

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