Depression is a deep, dark, midnight blue.
Depression sounds like your soft sobs, gently muffled by your soft pillow pressed against your fresh, moist face.
Depression tastes like a sour lemon, when all you ever really wanted was a teaspoon of sugar.
Depression smells like your moist tears hitting your front porch after midnight, as the freezing cold chills you to the bone.
Depression feels like being trapped in a daark world, without an escape.
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