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The inner fight of depression.

Submitted:Mar 21, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The Turn

Void, empty, hollow inside,
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died,
Existence has no reason,
Life's just passing with each season.

She was my world,my love, my life,
now all thats left is a knife.....

No more sorrow, out of ammo,
escape my hearts ghetto,
its time to rise above this sickness,
its time to take action against my own Axis.

Power hungry, I strive for more,
grab the troops its time for war,
here we go no turning back,
oh no i have to yak.


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