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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