Have you ever been to Depression Land?
Where men are friends of loneliness
Argue with their thoughts;
Dancing in their heads

A place where condemnationcomes like ghost
Whispering aloud your weaknesses
When no one else is hearingthe rumbling of its silent echoes
Belittling endless efforts

A place where men dangle in a stream of hopelessness,
And eroding contentment of their own progress
From tears flowing violently out of their peaceful eyes;
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