I wish you could see
the spectre of depression
haunting my days…
dragging his knuckles
through the miry muck
and leaving a trail
of icy numbness behind.
(Poetry by Maranda Russell, marandarussell.com)
I wish you could see
the spectre of depression
haunting my days…
dragging his knuckles
through the miry muck
and leaving a trail
of icy numbness behind.
(Poetry by Maranda Russell, marandarussell.com)
I hope you’re able to feel through the iciness
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Thanks Ivor.
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❤
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I understand the darkness of depression as it affects a loved one. I sometimes feel the icy chill.
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I’m sorry to hear that they suffer as well.
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I like the book box that sounds interesting . Do you get to keep the book?
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