Fuck you depression! You come along making me feel shit about myself. Making me feel like I've achieved nothing. I wish I could shove you away but I can't because you're always there at the back of my mind ready to strike when I'm starting to feel right about myself. When there's sunshine you're the big black cloud hovering above. I've had enough now I just wish I knew how to get rid of you.
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