and they go, i hate to say i told you so - writing

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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]11:19PM / from during pre cal
Can someone please tell me that i might be fine
That maybe all this depression might not be mine
Trust me i know that i’m not alone
But trust me no one’s been able to get me out of these bones

I keep hearing the crow sing
And how much the pixel words of comfort ring
She says “not today”
I hear her, she says “we’ll be okay”

I sit alone inside a big group
Their conversation playing on loop
I’m right in the circle surround by friends
But every thought or word from me is a dead end

I can’t keep writing these things all nice
I’ve only started with something positive twice
Will i ever seem to find content
Will i ever get the depression off my scent

It comes and it goes you must understand
This week it has just been incredibly close at hand
It’s weird the way these things work out
Trying to navigate it is walking a blackout

Hopefully I’ll write something better next
Maybe two blondes and their new york hexs
Possibly a story deep in the trees
Or a maybe a journal entry is all that will be