Depression
Depression
The color of grey now turning black
The taste of bitter black licorice that taste bad
The smell of rain on the cement and road
The look of a stray cat or dog on the streets looking for someone who will care for them
The sound of a small whimper or a stifled mourning cry
The feeling of hopelessness and uselessness
Depression
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