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Depression

Not a moment crystallized in time,
but loose atoms suspended in air,
a mist that never lifts.
In this pale darkness,
I survive like a creature
who draws water from a stone,
a grim, uncertain miracle:
someday, thirst could become too much,
worse than stone itself,
driving me further into this silence,
these lonely plains,
until the moon rises
above the last traces of life.
Written by Mundus
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Author's Note
Sometimes it can be tough to stay alive.
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