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Beautification; inLove with Depression
Zephyr flows through a heart
stuck in the beautification of depression
Lost in ubiquitous dark
sadness, your only ethereal expression
A tenebrous journey lies long ahead
a once sanguine soul turned up dead
Too much solitude; now it is your home
you adore your depression;
your own lugubrious poem
Every quarter of happiness evanescent
no reason required; you just love being tragic
Any beam of light vanished; black magic
A precious life leisurely being swept away
all worthless, melancholy filled meaningless days
This mournful way defines who you are
Woeful whispers, a blacked gloomed out heart
Vulnerable summing up to nothingness; you remain
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