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Aug 2014
The cocoon of my depression sets in and wraps me up, numb and away from it all.

It sneaks in with every inhale, and erases the color with every exhale.

A world full of grey, a world full of pain.

It'll release me, one day, but no butterfly emerges; no beautiful creature can come from all of this.
Syd Morgan
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   david jm and Monica Abigail
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