
Bouts of Depression
A long time ago, elderly people asked me, ‘what ails you, my boy?’ I am looking for an apt-key to that query till today, but
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A long time ago, elderly people asked me, ‘what ails you, my boy?’ I am looking for an apt-key to that query till today, but

The bridge is worn out, has turned into a mere skeleton trying again and again to cross it, to renew our old relation but each
