Grips of Depression.
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angeliki
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At times we tend to forget we're human.

Grips of Depression.

Beneath a dull, greying sky

I lay, and I watch -

You stand upon hard earth

With your outstretched arms,

Beckoning me close.

Within your eyes -

Resides a coldness, and I dare say -

Belies a desperation,

A vanity that encloses the heart.

Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,

And you're twisted and crippled

Yet, you've lived on -

In an endless parade of insanity.

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