We all die. Inevitable, unavoidable, tragic, honest death. We all get depressing periods in our lives, and elongated moments of anxiety, but do we really die from the terms "Depression" and "Anxiety"? Or is it more of another reason to believe we're all sick inside, our twisted minds bearing the negative thoughts of us all being upset for no reason, or too sick to go through with life.
Are we really sick, and does it ever end?
Is Depression just another side effect of death?
Hmm, I wonder.
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Depression is Just Another Side Effect of Death: and Other Sad Poetry
PoetryDeath, even the word looks menacing. Well kids, here's a plot twist that you've never heard before: We all die in the end. So don't waste your life the way most of us waste it; drowning in sadness. (Ps this is a book in a series, but in no particul...
