A poem about depression.

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Winter depression has arrived early

My thoughts are frozen

The snow clouds my vision

My heart is bitten with frost

I sit in the heat of my house

But my hypothermia only gains strength

You’ll need more than a shovel

Snow isn’t all you have to plow

Salt me on the inside

My icy road gives no traction

I hope you don’t lose your way

No map leads to a warmer season

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