DEVILS FOX

If depression were a person,

They would not say hello,

They'd beat you to a pulp,

Just to greet you with more foes.

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If depression were a person,

They would murder every day,

Slink into the shadows,

They'd torment their prey.

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If depression were a person,

They'd be silent like the night,

They'd make you lie awake,

To hold your hand very tight.

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If depression were a person,

Then maybe you would see,

There is something that hates me,

It does not want to see me breathe.