Often depression hits like a brick, slamming me on the hard wall with a massive kick, oh how I wish of an exit trick.
You ever think things are just blurry paths all up ahead, taking your every step forward to a roads end coming to a stop dead.
Dark clouds murking my plans not wanting how to come to something I will have to climb out and get back to clam blue days, are you in front?
I want to know where do lovers greave again, in this gloomy raining wet day, keeping our summers sun behind clouds and away.
@noodlypanda hope your health is on the mend, and pray to God you will receive blessings your way. Here is another prose practice.
Thanks for your time
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