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"It was sadness, Not Depression"
I cried then I slept.
The tears had done their work.
Depression never sleeps.
Sadness eventually gets tired.
I lost my smile for a while.
Then a song, a memory,
A stranger's kindness brought it back.
Depression steals the color.
Sadness only borrows it.
I wanted someone to hold me.
I still reach for the phone.
Still hoped someone
Would understand.
Depression locks the door.
Sadness leaves it open.
That's how I knew.
The darkness was hurting me.
But it wasn't becoming me.
Because even then,
I was looking for the light.
I just couldn't see it for a little while.
