A walk in the park
A walk in the park depression stories
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morimori
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Now I’m here,
Walking in the pouring rain, holding a heart full of hate.

All these things so hard to love, and I think I am one of them.

A walk in the park

With their shortsightedness, Shortcomings and selfishness.

With their shortsightedness, Shortcomings and selfishness. I won’t beat around the bush, Humanity is hard to love.

Now I’m here,

Now I’m here, Walking in the pouring rain

Now I’m here, Walking in the pouring rain Holding a heart full of hate.

I walk on the dirty path, Covered in cigarettes.

I walk on the dirty path, Covered in cigarettes. I pass the dead trees With broken branches.

I walk on the dirty path, Covered in cigarettes. I pass the dead trees With broken branches. And then I sit down, On this worn down bench.

All these things so hard to love,

And I think I am one of them.

Every other day I come here,

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery.

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery. I walk home, and I take it with me.

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery. I walk home, and I take it with me. Every other day I love this dreadful park,

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery. I walk home, and I take it with me. Every other day I love this dreadful park, And perhaps,

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery. I walk home, and I take it with me. Every other day I love this dreadful park, And perhaps, myself.

Every other day I come here, To pick up a piece of this misery. I walk home, and I take it with me. Every other day I love this dreadful park, And perhaps, myself. Just a little bit more.

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