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Jan 2014
A pain
Inside
That covers
The light,
Blinds it;
Fills
The room-
Suffocates it.
This isn’t just
Pain;
This is
Darkness,
Blackness.
This is
Death:
The very
Essence
Of the
End of
Life.
The lack of
Dreams, the
Absence of
Hope, the
Reality of
No tomorrow,
No way to
Be free:
This
Is
Death.
This
Is
*Depression.
Eric Courtney Haines
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