Depression is midnight blue
So deep and so dark
It sounds like muffled tears
Tearing you apart
It tastes like bitter alcohol
A bottle filled with fears
And it smells like anxious sweat
That tastes the same as tears
It looks like a black hole
So big I could be swallowed Depression makes me feel alone and weak
It makes my heart seem hallow
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
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