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I feel so depressed
But for what reason
feelings unsurpressed
Its something with the season

Days getting shorter
Tempatures going lower
Days pass by faster
Busy life getting slower

More time spent at home
Nothing to do, All alone
Wishing I had someone
to call my very own

Tears fall from my Eyes
Like a Red Oaks Leaves

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  • Myjoy gold member
    October 15, 2007

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    How I can relate to this poem. I too suffer from seasonal depression. To wait the spring time in dark days and darker night. With no one to call my own. Sigh. Well done.