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Holy Matrimony

Indifferent in the front of uncertainty Eyes hooked to the cloudy sky Where stars tend to disappear, scars tend to appear, A perfect venue for holy matrimony of Depression and the habitual pessimist in me The silence was our favorite destination, A perfect getaway, a perfect honeymoon spot. Slowly with a pinch of lust, Depression impregnated the reality Self-doubt was our son, Low self-esteem was our daughter A picture-perfect happy family

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 10/19/2019 5:25:00 PM

Hello Romy Roy, so nice to meet you. Ah! Depression everyone gets depressed once in awhile. Some last a long, long time not knowing why. Have a nice evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/20/2019 2:00:00 PM

Hello Romy Roy, yes it does work out better than therapy. i have healed from poetry. Have a nice day my friend.

Romy Roy
Date: 10/20/2019 12:56:00 AM

hello @ Darlene De Beaulieu, thanks for your reply. yes things have been hard lately and I use poerty soup to speak my mind out, surprisingly it works better than therapy