Years of toil..
And in the End
There's nothing . . .
Nobody will remember
the hours you cried
over Lost Souls
once called friends
Nobody will notice
the hole in their world
without you beside
an old friend
Nobody..
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Sorry, not making sense.. 
Please tell me what you think
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depression rarely makes sense
*hugs*
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I'm so tired...
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