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Not Once
they dont get it
they'll never get it
the life you live
different from the life they live
the pain you feel
the depression, it hurts
they live there live perfectly
untiuched,
unharmed,
unhurt,
unscratched
they laugh cause we are different
I laugh cause they are the same
when im depressed, I look at you
and I feel a mournful happiness wash over me
and for them I feel
grief,
sorrow,
pity of not knowing
what it's like
how to live,
how to feel
there life goes rushing by
in a gust of wind
yours goes slowly,
tickling by,
taking one step at a time,
breathing in each and every moment
like it was your last
but it might be though
you know tht, you've memerized it perfectly
we live life
freely
openly
not caring
they live life in a tense little bubble
keeping everything in
but we
we are different in so many ways
we bleed,
we cry,
we fly,
we die,
we feel, every moment differently then they
but they will never know
what it's means,
what its like
to live like we do
mournfully
with sorrow in every single breath
but sometimes we live
freely
openly
not caring, I wish
but there laughter
makes us hold it in,
bottle it up
makes the pain worse and worse
we are capable of more
much more then they
but the bleeding,
the crying,
the flying,
the diying,
the pain,
the sorrow,
it never stops
not once, at all
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