Depression and despair go together like the coldest of places

My despair seems to involve my thoughts, as my mind wanders across alternate realities, and I'm constantly forced to choose among them. My depression and despair, are like the coldest of places, barren wastelands, experiencing the most frigid of winters. False memories sweep in like the polar vortex, chilling my heart down. People are like cold spots.

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