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  1. Master of deprivation
    Quintessential alienation
    Depression is as
    wiley and astute a thief
    as ever there was
    Eliminating soulful cause
    draining life out of
    the being once alive with hope and love,
    with purpose and reason
    hanging on in each season
    but too much had taken its toll
    Stealing the voice of the
    inner child,
    revoking what was all once mine
    Robbed of hope
    Each a day hauntingly the same
    A suffering that cannot be named
    Empty, so empty
    Naught but instead the echo remains
    of strength that once was gained
    lies a shadow of its former self,
    delving the very depths of hell
    How I miss the meaning
    and believing
    that there is purpose in all I do
    But in this deathly place,
    there is nothing new


  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Another wonderful piece of written artistry, tho the feelings expressed make me so sad for you.:sad: I'm sending you some strength, since you seems to be needing some. I don't know how I keep going, I just do. I have faith in you. You're going to be alright, I know it!:smile: :smile:

    love and hugs,

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