Depression Is…

You can't have sunlight without shade,
strength without struggle,
happiness without tragedy,
life without death

Are you the one,
who owns the Obsidian Shroud?
The shroud that impairs, that comforts,
the shroud that weakens, that hides,
the shroud that protects, outside and in,
to and fro, a double-sided mirror,
whose mouth only knows two-fold truths,
whose eyes see the shadows hidden behind two-fold lies

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