I ASK


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Looking out of the window
I ask whether I should go out
And it says no
I ask whether I should shout
And it said no
I ask whether I should meet people
And make new friends
And the depression denies me permission
I ask whether I should tell people
And it calls me a fool
I ask whether I should take my meds
And it calls me a coward
Initially it was a part of me
But now, I am a part of it 

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