It is not written on the face.
It has no look.
It knows no age or status.
It creeps in through depression.
It takes over the soul and mind.
It becomes the only option out of the ordeals of this world.
But it's not. It is not even an option.
All you need is hope. Once there is hope, there is life.
©Obike Maxwell-Judith
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