Depression

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Depression is such a cruel punishment
There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood test to send people scurrying in concern
Just the slow erosion of self as indious as cancer
And like cancer it is essentially a solitary experience
A room in hell with only your name on the door.

By: Mak_lomgk_1

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