The distance

Winter's stillness

"Mamma, are you ok?"

Yearning

Unmasked

Tragedy

Words...

"I'm sorry I can't give you what you ask but I can give a written description. When I imagine depression as an animal, it would be like me, laying on the ground, looking too tired to get up. On top of me would be a long, heavy, constrictor, wrapped around me and my limbs, with it's face near mine. Instead of eating me, it would be sucking some unseen force from me. But instead of being nourished, it would be poisoned and equally unable to move" - Anon -

Truth in advertising

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