Can and Able

February 2, 2014

Depression and Anxiety, two seperate evils

and two seperate slithering styles of Anguish.

One haughtily escorts the Other.

"No, I cannot do That,"

will never mean I can and choose not to.

I am not my mind's keeper,

and neither are You.

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