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Weighed Down

This grief, depression, whatever it is,

Has been weighing me down for days.

I try to move to shake it off

But it just wants to stay.

It’s been fed by trauma

And many have I had

Lately my life seems to be

Less good and more bad.

So now I just sit here

And feel life slipping by

Not caring, full of apathy

Only managing to cry

Waiting for this wave to crest

To ride it back to shore

Because I still have hope

There are still good days in store.

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