"A one-way ticket to Depression please,
I'm not sure when I'll return.
Single. Naturally, I'll be travelling alone,
But, with plenty of baggage.
I don't suppose there will be anyone to greet me on arrival,
No one I know understands the reason for my excursion.
I have tried hard to put it off,
But, like Christmas, there was no escaping it.
Ideally I'd like a seat facing forwards,
But, no doubt, I'll just end up going backwards."
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