Depression is a musty blanket
just removed from a dark and humid attic,
the dust not yet shaken off.
It’s easy to curl up with it,
to get lost in its warm folds.
To be fooled into thinking
it’s inviting.
And then it swallows you up,
stifles the life from your body
until you don’t even have the energy
to sneeze.
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