If I reach down deep inside,                                                          ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­           
I can feel the mud in me                                                               ­                             
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It's something I can't hide,                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                                        
it's what I live & breathe                                                          ­                              
                                  ­                                                                 ­                 
Like black tar bubbling,                                                        ­                        
                                                                ­                                                        
on a sunny August
day.                                                             ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­           
   causing pain so
troubling,                                                       ­                               
                                                                ­                                                      
I'm trying to pray it
away                                                             ­                                 
                                                                 ­                                                     
It threatens to show itself                                                           ­                           
                                                                ­                                              
surface & then expose                                                           ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­            
who I am to myself                                                           ­                                   
                                                                ­                                                   
  and to everyone I
know                                                             ­                         
                                                                ­                                    
  Unattractive & ugly,                                                            ­                                            
                    ­                                                                 ­                                
it's going to win in the
end                                                              ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­      
 It promises my
suffering,                                                       ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­        
eating me from within                                                           ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­            
I try to ignore it's gnawing,                                                         ­               
                                                                ­                                                  
the scratching sounds it
makes                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                                      
I can feel it slowly crawling                                                         ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­    
filling up any empty space                                                            ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­         
I know it wants me
weary,                                                           ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­              
so, it can take full control                                                          ­                  
                                                                ­                                                      
I can feel that it
clearly                                                          ­                          
                                                                ­                                                  
has begun to take hold                                                             ­                           
                                                                ­                                          
Fogging up a once clear brain,                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                                                           
    it is trying to drive me insane                                                           ­                                                   
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This depression, knows my name,                                                            ­
                                                                ­                                                    
it's aware that not much strength remains