Depression Poem by Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
Depression
These memories start to fade
My hopes are so high, like the Everglades
I’m trying to fit in, but nobody seems to understand
I feel so weird in this place; so alone here
When I cry, my mascara starts to smear
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,memories
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8/28/2026 8:41:13 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
It was very good XD