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Over a million lies hidden
in three words, seven letters.
Over a million tears, scary pains,
hurts, guilt and unspoken tongues,
buried beneath the surface of the soothing sentence.
Over a million mouths shut,
over a million pieces of advice blocked,
many more sympathy is blown away
with shoulders and help, hands cut off,
at the sound of the three syllables.
How pathetic it is, to know that depression took many into captivity
and suicide pleaded their case in its court!
How painful it is, to know that guilt overshadowed the innocence of many
and the rate of craziness became plenty,
Just because of the hidden feelings under three words.
Never say "I am fine" when you are not,
never be afraid to share your feelings with a friend,
never be ashamed to conquer your mistakes,
never be a victim of depression,
always remember to speak up.
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My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Nice one