Gang green
Depression is an infection
permeating into everything
we do
i fear spreading this
contagion
to all those i love
or dream to love
but how does one
stop
the rotting
of a soul?
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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