The tranquility in her eyes illuminated the darkness of his soul

Freedom of the words she spoke frightened the prison of his mind

Distant perfection in her smile was near enough for only his eyes to reveal

Reservations in her touch gave him enough wonder to question his living serenity

For she wasn’t of human descent, she was generated from the depths of his natural intellect

She was presumed to be a
surreptitious factor in his brain

He was petrified of the fact that she was what she couldn’t be

She was his.

 

 

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PUT IT IN PERSPECTIVE

‘DEPRESSION Makes me…….’

Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless 
Depression makes me sick 
What does Depression give me? 
When it runs high…
It will make me Die – REST IN PEACE… 

Annie Juliet