They
say that sadness is
temporary.
Emptiness- voluntary
and coveted. They never knew
sadness
emptiness.
Solitude
is an option.
Chosen
and sought. Pain-
a decision.
Depression-
an excuse.
“Depression? ”
they said.
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Sadness, solitude, depression. All unique to the individual, yet universally suffered. Thanks for sharing, Luke