Sadness says "I'll lay here for a while."
Depression asks "Can I lay here forever?"
Sadness says "It's just a bad day."
Depression asks " Has there ever been a good day?"
"I'm sad." Sadness cries out.
"I'm fine." Depression wails.
"I won't." Sadness whispers.
"I can't." Depression screams.
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Achlys (Poetic Pain)
PuisiBroken words, From the broken lips, Of a broken poet. Hearts do break over here. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
