As you feel the fear begin to sink in, You think to yourself can I
make it to the end; Your life is fine, But you have these bad
thoughts in mind; The things you feel, Begin to seem almost unreal;
You want to give it up, But then you say this isn't so rough; The
fear is the main cause of the things you see, And then you wonder
if this depression could really be.
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