A short depressed poem

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If a babe was here, I would just ask to cuddle If getting high was an option, I would toke til my lungs quit working If sleeping for a month was possible, I would lay down If punching a hole in the wall would help, soon I'd been in a house with just a roof If I could just forget about the pain, I would close my eyes If doing nothing helped, I would stare at the ceiling for days If I was in a padded room wearing a straight jacket, I wonder if playing eye spy by myself would be as much fun as it sounds