Depression
By candy77
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Dark holes with no ending
Shallow waters with no reflections
A world unlike any other, it comes without warning.
Deserted and left for dead
Moments of freedom play through your head.
Tears of pain fall from your face
There is night but no day, but you can't run away.
Thunder rolls like mountains falling
Lighting spears with tormenting sounds
The darkness rises with no confessions.
That monster is called depression.
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