Battling Depression

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There is a dark place in each of us, That many can't escape, Where permanment slumber is what we are told to crave, We are stuck in a dark embrace, we think we can never break,
Depression is a selfish illness in that it makes you think  solely about one thing; Oneself.  You try in vain to conquer these demons yet find it does little to  help.
The battle rages, not to be quelled within me. Who is the victor?
The greatest treachery comes from the coldest depths There’s no sanctuary in the waters you tread No air beneath you to support your wings Everything you know and are is gone with the wind
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