This is a poem a wrote, while depressed, but still find quite true, despite the fact that I have recovered from my depression.
In life,
The only certainty is,
Death.
In life,
The only constant is,
Misery.
In life,
The only pleasure is,
Pain.
In life,
The only peace is,
Death.
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