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Depression

</>You can’t see me, feel me or taste me
You can’t catch me, smell me or even spread me
I will hide in the dark like an angry dream
I will make your life feel very unclean
I will get you when all seems ok and fine
I can appear without notice at any old time

I can hit you fast with an almighty bang
Or quiet and slowly like a sad song sang

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