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Mar 2020
Depression sure is dangerous.
Alone, the stronger it gets
Lies in the mind they kept twisting
Like Wolves in sheep's clothing
When will this end?

Through a smile or through a shut
Through a rose or through its torn
Through a soul or through a ghost
Through a fork or through a knife

Water runs deeper in seas
While blood runs deeper in cuts.
Unseen.untouched.unhanged.
All from the pain of tomorrow
Not me.
Nath
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     FullmoonFlower, Max Neumann, N and ---
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