How can one’s surrounds
Be such aching bliss
Where all the light and shade
Should meld as one, sublime?
Yet inside, the cloying dark;
The whispers and the thorns
That tear a soul apart
And leave the shell to die?
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Powerful depiction of depression.
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Thanks, VJ. I’ve been suffering from depression my whole life. I guess it pays off sometimes 😊
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Me too, Steve. That’s why I recognize it so quickly. Gives us depth, I’m going to say.
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Agreed. Depth and depths! 😊👍
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