I woke this morning

To the same knock as before 

I already knew who it was

It was depression who stood at my front door

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Barely dressed I opened the door

It stepped in so sure

But this time I felt different

Not like before 

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It took its same seat on my ragged couch 

I let it look around

“You can’t stay this time” I said

Shock spread across its gloomy face

At the door still held open 

As it got up to leave 

I felt my sadness as it brushed past me

Tempted, like I felt so many days before 

Not dancing that dance 

I closed the door 

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It knocked again. This time a little more

I smiled

Turned up my music 

I began to feel 

“Fuck you” I laughed 

It was then I knew

That this time…

Depression had nothing for me new.