Depressed Stubbornness

Up and down the stairs we go.

The feelings mutual

but yet we divide.

The cracked walls and dim light feed the shadows left untied

The shadows grow and shrink with ease

They bring me to my dirty knees

no more

no more

and back up the stairs I go.

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