4 min
Silent Death Dear Depressed,
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- Mental Health
There is a voice, singing dirges as our lives fade away. There is a noise, chanting horrific elegies as our hopes leak each day. There is a poise, of the illusory comfort the cold arms of mother-tomb portray.
There is a death, that silently kills us till we have no strength enough to stay.
There is a voice, singing dirges as our lives fade away. There is a noise, chanting horrific elegies as our hopes leak each day. There is a poise, of the illusory comfort the cold arms of mother-tomb portray.
There is a death, that silently kills us till we have no strength enough to stay.
4 min