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Sensory Depression
Depression is dark grey.
It sounds like empty promises whispered to unsuspecting ears.
It smells like once-fresh food rotting after moons of disregard.
It tastes like the very last bite of a raspberry-infused truffle.
It looks like a heavy blanket of fog, slowly spreading to remove everything beautiful from sight.
Depression feels like a distant corner of the world, a great disconnect from all things living.
It sounds like empty promises whispered to unsuspecting ears.
It smells like once-fresh food rotting after moons of disregard.
It tastes like the very last bite of a raspberry-infused truffle.
It looks like a heavy blanket of fog, slowly spreading to remove everything beautiful from sight.
Depression feels like a distant corner of the world, a great disconnect from all things living.
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