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A confession, to solve my secret depression.
The reason why I've been known to cry.
Life in detail, not normal strife.
The way it seems to come and go,
And leave me with my tormented soul.
I laugh and smile, convince you i'm okay.
When really inside, all I feel is pain.
This confession, a token of my pain.
Please don't think I'm trying to place the blame.
You asked, and I unmasked the false face.
I told you my reasons, why I didn't want to play.
Why i sat alone in the playground,
With a frown on my face.
I've told you all there is to know,
The reasons, the truth and nothing false.
My secret confession, to you now known.
The trust I place in you, so strong and untold.
As I keep my soul to console.
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