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depression is

limbs of dull lead

not enough blood to circulate

always a mild fog.

i am so heavy.

struggle against inertia.

everything is made of effort

always over exerted

taxed

exhausted

weak.

where passion once blazed brilliant

now cold lifeless ash remains

the only desire

is dreamless sleep.

food merely exists

for bland sustinence alone.

joy a memory near forgotten.

colorless

grey

empty.

pull from the depths of determination

striving to meet obligation

unsurprised at failure.

unable to initiate contact.

slow erosion goes unnoticed.

and any task less pressing

might eventually get done.

maybe.

if not, 

fuck it.