Depression... vacuume
It is state of negative process
That forbids you to have an access
To the things which is impossible
And you have made it prestige struggle
You think of becoming a famous figure
And wants to make it sure
But things do not favor
And you are pushed to corner
Such kind of repeated failures
Send you to absent zones
And they excite you to repeat the incidences
In mind very often and create disturbances
So depression is our creation
Mind works in that direction
With nor exult in sight
And make you feel no right
You are defeated lot
Who is caught?
With dejected syndrome
And always thinks in vacuume
You are defeated lot Who is caught? With dejected syndrome And always thinks in vacuume
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Depression is our creation When mind works in that direction. Genesis of depression well defined. Thanks for sharing.10 points.