Depression is born of a divided heart, the cause of its harm are a flower, a rose and a thorn.The rose intoxicated his heart , making his heart to beat faster but suddenly the thorn entered and tore the heart.
Depression is then, a feeling who faces its cruel opposite enemy. It is the unkind embrace of love and hate. Of understanding and incomprehension. Of loneliness and silence with the scream and clamor.Who can conciliate a blue clear sky with the darkest night , without a light, without a star?Depression is to never be able to find what is wanted, what is searched for.
Depression is the force placed, not to unite but to break. Depression is the lack of Love.
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