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This depression is like a slimy oil

that has slithered its way into my soul



It almost seems to be alive lurking,

hiding from me, I almost grasp it

when I find it but as always it

slips through my fingers



It has spread through my body like a

poison leaving its stain on everything it touches



It has coiled itself around my heart

making it stutter as it tries to keep beating



Its sliminess sits in my lungs

like pneumonia making it hard to breathe



I try daily to fight it but like the muck

that it is, it sucks me down into its

pit of despair



I take many deep breaths throughout

the day, everyday, these are times when

I am almost too tired to fight, to strain against

the oily muck



These are what I call my "give up" moments, when

the struggle is too much, when the fighting feels

like I'm actually drowning in quicksand, but I

take a strangled breath and push on



Will I ever be free from its grasp or will

this putrid essence win the battle?



I do not know the answers to these questions,

so for now I must struggle on.