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The depressed one is not sick,
nor broken,
nor lost to some disorder.
He simply saw the world,
its truths laid bare,
its people unmasked,
and found no beauty
in the ruin beneath.
It wasn’t madness that took him,
but clarity.
And the weight
of so much ugliness
he could not unsee.
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC
☔️
The depressed one is not sick,
nor broken,
nor lost to some disorder.
He simply saw the world,
its truths laid bare,
its people unmasked,
and found no beauty
in the ruin beneath.
It wasn’t madness that took him,
but clarity.
And the weight
of so much ugliness
he could not unsee.
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Sometimes, what breaks a person is not confusion, but understanding.
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