People are always asked how would you describe depression?
What is depression like?
While you know they think they know the answer but they really don’t Depression is not a dream
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THROUGH THE WHISPERS OF A DREAM, Poetry by Stephen Lodge
Haunted shores, soft winds whisper, songs played upon a storm,
A ghost hidden in the fog, this wintry eve, these snow-filled skies,
Beauty sleeps fitfully as wolves howl, they are baying at the moon.
Strangled by some unnamed fears, drowning in a pool of tears,
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