what would they think ..


what would they think
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I see the people with their smiles
I wonder how many are real
they act as if depression isn't a big deal
They shame us for our tears
And tell us grow to our years
so we dry our tears
and act as if we have no fears
we keep pushing through
even if it feels were falling through
we keep our head to the ground
cause we're afraid to look around
afraid of others seeing our pain
even though their the ones to blame
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what would they think

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