Depression is never a choice .
You don't choose depression .
Depression chooses you .
And if you think you can get along with it , you've bitten off more than you can chew.
It is something to believed in .
Respected .
Shunned .
Dreaded .
Revered .
Loathed .
Feared .
Hated .
Getting along with it is pointless .
Approaching it as a friend is just annoying .
So tell me wise men , what do you do when you are the chosen one ?
Because some souls never stop searching .
For the answer .
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