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By ll Gaz ll:

A rhythm in the distance,
inspires my resistance.
Reuniting like the speed of chance,
all in the distance.
Colossal like the gathering of turbulent clouds,
and a storm decides to make presence known out loud!

With that,
I'd like to mention the fact, I came prepared,
'cause I snuck into office just to do what no one dares.
Hunting down you're files checking each and all of your prints,
time to open up the door and ask WHAT DO THEY THINK?!?


Mine:

Depression.
It grips me hard.
Depression.
And it won't let go.
Depression.
Its hard.
Depression.
My depression.
Depression.
I can't breathe.
Depression.
I can't eat.
Depression.
I can't even smile.
Depression.
It grips me hard.