<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Depression and Black dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rises from bed and stares <br>out the window. Another day. <br>No new horizons. Why do <br>people talk such crap, she muses, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">senses the hangover bite in. <br>He said it was just a sex thing, <br>no strings, see what a new <br>tomorrow brings. Her mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">had this thing about what the <br>neighbours said, how things <br>looked from another's perspective. <br>There is a damp patch where </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her hand has touched, blood, <br>bright red. She sees him or rather <br>his outline in the dark of the night <br>before. All ten minutes of excitement, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a two-bit joy. Her hand runs over <br>the patch, feels the stickiness. <br>Depression digs in its feet, plunges <br>in its dark claws, rips through her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sense of being, sees the outside <br>city, no real care, no pity, just what <br>is she seeing? Shadows and outlines, <br>people, cars, streets, sun, clouds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">business out there. She wants her <br>mother back, the loss of all those <br>years ago, lingering in the back of <br>her mind and center of her heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Depression and the black dog tear <br>All things and love and life apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527735" data-title="Depression and Black dog de Terry Collett" data-description="She rises from bed and stares out the window. Another day. No new horizons. Why do people talk such crap, she muses, senses the hangover bite in. He said it was just a sex thing, no strings, see what a new tomorrow brings. Her mother had..."></div> </div> </div>

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