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it’s more that nothing seems gains the same purchase now, no firm and lasting hold to the things that used to bring me low. Dark moods would seem to arrive on a whim, lingering for days in various shades of their intensity. They still visit and I will often feel the edge of their approach, knowing that soon my life will bid them welcome with little choice, depression, in all of it’s stages and degrees, gives little say to its arrival, and…