Monday, February 9, 2015


If I could punch depression in the face, I would

Then I'd be a bully, now you know why I'm misunderstood
Constant contradictions rage within
I watch and wonder which will win
Exhausted by this world I'm living in
So I sit, type this tangent and sound like I'm giving in
Confusing myself because I cry with a happy grin

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