I don't know why

I'm going back to my past

where I did everything

Half-assed

I try to do my work, I really do

But sometimes my depression just tells me to subdue

any effort I put into my work

I swear to it, I don't mean to shirk

It's depressing to even be this way

but it's the depression that caused it to ruin my day.


Submitted: April 05, 2018

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