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My depression

My depression, a weight I bear,

 

A darkness that\'s always there.

 

I hate these scenarios , this heavy load,

 

A never-ending, twisted road.

 

It steals my joy, my peace, my light,

 

A never-ending, endless fight.

 

But still, I rise, I push on through,

 

Searching for a brighter hue.

 

Though difficult, I won\'t give in,

 

This battle, I am sure to win.

 

For even in the darkest night,

 

I\'ll find a way to see the light.