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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I suffer from depression
And you’ve been good to me boo
When I feel my best I rough draft
Then I start tweaking when I teach my daughter math
You made the transition so comfortable
I say a lot and I barely mumble
I am one with my words but im always humble
I stare at the blank canvas that you’ve created
Thinking of all the things I can say I am elated
I say this and I say that
I‘ve had a few published and kept a few in the drafts
With depression comes anxiety
Trying to figure out which style is me
I’m bipolar so it’s a lot you won’t see
I hope to stay out my bubble for weeks
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