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The Past. (standard:poetry, 142 words)
Author: Lord StoneAdded: May 07 2011Views/Reads: 1361/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I was once faced with depression, and one of my friends once said that depression is just anger. I know it is not just anger, so this poem is about the past.
 



Depression is a fearful thing, something I never wished to be, something
that was like an irratable flee, and so I rue the day I wronged me. 

I always had buried deep, emotions that I once did weep, and felt no
more the saddness, inside me. 

I despised the light, headed into the darkness, wwanted no sight, and
feel no lossness. 

I did put on a fake big smile, hid my trubles and through up bile, until
something shook my world, and then my emotions were beyond controll. 

And then my parents found the flaw, I then became truethful once and for
all, and took me out of the dragon's claw, and so my depression ended. 

But this story is far from over, if life continues then I am bound to
have, my troughs and peaks, and the poem is my clover.


   


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