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As the boy rises out of her bed he remembers the depression that haunts him.
He stalks out of her room trying to think positive of the day.
The bus ride doesn't help his thinking process.
At school he might say two words and fake some smiles.
No one notices.
Retreating back to solitude he feels better.
Sleep is the happiest place for him right now.
But morning is anything but zen when he remembers his life.
What's so sad is that I know there are kids here every day who feel this way, who "might say two words and fake some smiles" but are stuck in such a dark place really. Makes me want to do something but I just don't know what...
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