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DEPRESSION... |
| IT IS HERE THAT I AM LOST DEEP IN THE FORREST OF THE MIND HOW TALL THE MOUNTIANS THAT CONFINE ME HERE LOST IN ITS DARKNESS IS TIME AND AS COLD AS THE WISPER THAT SPEAKS TO ME LAY MY SOUL IN A BLANKET OF SNOW IN WAIT OF A SPRING NEVER COMING A WARMTH THAT IT NEVER SHALL KNOW PITCH BLACK IS IT THAT SURROUNDS ME AS DEEP AND AS DARK AS CAN BE LIKE WAVES IT CRASHES UPON ME AND I SAT ADRIFT IN ITS SEA! R.M.S. |