#depression Ephemeral and oozing lamentable tears. I fear you like the night fears the sun. Like man fears the hooded reaper. Nowhere are you to be found but everywhere you seep into my being. Pores flush with trauma and the phobia of #life itself. To return is not an option, Only to remould and retire. Like the pauper at the door I shun you but likewise you return hungrier than ever. How should I be rid of you beast?
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