Depression you own me like the devil.
You are my master.
To you I do allways fall.
The ball is allways in your court.
You are alwys in control.
Deprssion why do you pick on me?
You can allways bring me to my knees.
You have taken my hart.
And you own my soul.
You stop me at my every goal.
Depression you are like the devil.
You make my life a living hell.
I hate you depression
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