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Once Again

9pm once again,
sitting alone with my pen,
watching the red ink form letters,
on this rubbish paper, I have no better,
I hear the neighbours having fun,
How I envy them, envy everyone,
As I write, my chest it tightens,
My pain and depression quickly heightens,
My eyes burn, as the tears begin to well,
They fall… I can not continue to write…
I’m Sorry.