Depression
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It’s the sunshine that makes me sad. So bright a relentless interrogator exposing my secrets my pain leaving me nowhere to hide my Self. But the rain! The rain envelopes me in her fresh silvery droplets. Asking no questions She comforts me with a misty hug and lets me be whoever I am. Or not.
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This week’s writing prompt for the Shapeshifting 13 writing challenge is the word blues. Definition: n. – a song often of lamentation characterized by usually 12-bar phrases, 3-line stanzas in which the words of the second line usually repeat those of the first, and continual occurrence of blue notes in melody and harmony Exactly
Ergo, the Ogre 