Angel of Death
depression is like
the angel of death
it comes into your home and steals the breath from the lungs of your hope, your energy your interest, your creativity your passion
the things that would most improve your situation become lead weights losing their shine and becoming a burden you can scarcely shift have you ever heard of dead weight? have you ever carried it?
i know not what blood is smeared on the lintel of those passed by but i should dearly love to dip my brush into that pot.
it comes into your home and steals the breath from the lungs of your hope, your energy your interest, your creativity your passion
the things that would most improve your situation become lead weights losing their shine and becoming a burden you can scarcely shift have you ever heard of dead weight? have you ever carried it?
i know not what blood is smeared on the lintel of those passed by but i should dearly love to dip my brush into that pot.
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