'A dark place where shadows lie, Deep inside, secrets we hide, Wake up wishing we had died. Parents fight while their children sit and cry.Government and mainstream media keep feeding us lies, So deep down inside, we cry, asking why. Late at night, drowning in terrible thoughts, We lay in bed, depressed, left to rot.Some people smoke pot
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