People say the depression
Is blue and black and purple
As they moan and wail about
How hard their lives are.
My depression is red:
The hot pulsing light
Behind my eyes as you
Pick up your Red Sweater
And walk away.
If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works.
-John Dos Passos
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