And that is called…

At some point of time, it hits us,

Hits each one of us,

When it hits us, people leave us,

There are very few who stay,

Those who stay, don’t understand our say,

It’s Depression

We fight all alone,

Sometimes we make it, sometimes we don’t,

But, if you are going down,

Go down proud, Go down trying

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