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People you lose to depression,
No, not just the dead ones but,
The ones who just changed over the course of time.
You once saw them happy, smiling,
Now their eyes are still and they feel like nothing.
People you lose to depression,
Are your own people.
It’s your father or mother or sister or brother.
It’s the guy or girl you went out with,
It’s that once friendly neighbor or an old classmate.
People you lose to depression,
The silent killer,
What are you doing about them?
And the ones who pushed them to the edge,
Are you the one? Could you be one of them?
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In the Realm of the Unnamed Belle 