The clouds of sorrow darken skies,
But truth remains, to open eyes.
A fleeting thought, a moment's plight,
Depression’s shadow hides the light.
Yet in the mind, a tale is spun,
Belief in sadness just begun.
We grasp the void, the fleeting pain,
And think it's more than just a rain.
But listen close, let wisdom speak,
The truth is brighter, not so bleak.
For thoughts are merely passing streams,
And fears dissolve like shattered dreams.
Look deeper, past the lies you see,
Depression’s hold is not the key.

We hear the whispers in the night,
The world tells us we’ve lost the fight.
But step outside, feel life’s embrace,
It’s all about your inner space.
The myth of gloom, the endless woe,
Is born from minds that never know.
The power lies within your hand,
To break free from this sinking sand.
It’s not the weight that holds you down,
But thoughts that swirl, that make you drown.
For every dark and dreadful tear,
Is washed away when you draw near—
The truth that life, in all its grace,
Is not a battle you must face.

A myth, a tale, a false disguise,
It clouds the truth before your eyes.
We name it 'depression' with fear,
But it’s just a myth we hold so dear.
What if you looked beyond the pain?
And saw the sunshine after rain?
Each thought you have, each fear you know,
Is just a passing ebb and flow.
The darkness fades with every breath,
It’s not a sentence; not your death.
You choose the lens through which you see,
And free yourself from misery.
Depression’s grip, it has no might,
It vanishes when shown the light.

The myth crumbles when you decide,
To stop letting the darkness hide.
The truth beneath the heavy veil,
That life’s a journey, not a jail.
The choice is yours, it’s always been,
To let the joy or sorrow in.
For even in the darkest hours,
The mind contains its greatest powers.
It’s not a war you cannot win,
But strength that comes from deep within.
Depression is the name they give,
To thoughts that fade as long as you live.
But life itself, it's full of grace,
If you allow it to embrace.

We fight a war we cannot see,
But what if peace could set you free?
No more battles, no more fight,
Just open eyes to endless light.
The myth of struggle, strife, and pain,
It fades like footprints in the rain.
For all that’s real is here and now,
The present moment shows you how—
To leave behind the tales you told,
Of endless suffering, growing cold.
The mind creates, the mind destroys,
But peace is found in simpler joys.
The myth of darkness holds no sway,
When you decide to break away.

Awake! Awake! Your mind is clear,
Depression’s myth no longer near.
You see the truth, the endless light,
That life itself is pure delight.
No longer chained, no longer bound,
You walk on air, your feet unbound.
The myth has faded into dust,
And in yourself, you place your trust.
For every day, a brand new start,
You hold the key within your heart.
Depression is a fading dream,
A myth, a tale, not what it seems.
So rise above, and claim your place,
In endless joy and boundless grace.

This is your life, it’s yours to live,
And only you decide to give—
The power to the myth or not,
For you control your every thought.

Within the mind, thoughts grow like seeds,
They feed on fear, they fuel your needs.
Depression is the soil untamed,
A fertile ground where myths are framed.
But pause and ask: who tends this land?
Whose hand controls where shadows stand?
It’s you, the gardener of your soul,
Who holds the power to make it whole.
The myth is but a fleeting phase,
A self-made maze, a foggy haze.
Yet with the sun of truth in sight,
You clear the mind and claim the light.
No darkness lingers where you tread,
For joy now grows where pain once spread.

Depression whispers in your ear,
It tells you lies, it stirs up fear.
But chains of sorrow cannot last,
When you look forward, not the past.
The myth was born in moments weak,
Yet strength inside is what you seek.
With every breath, with every tear,
You’re stronger than the doubt and fear.
Let go the chains, the myths untrue,
For life is waiting, calling you.
You’re not a prisoner of despair,
But free to breathe, to heal, to care.
The myth of pain is fading fast,
Your true self rises up at last.

What is depression, but a thought?
A concept learned, but not yet caught.
For thoughts are fleeting, not your core,
They pass like waves upon the shore.
The truth is something far more real,
It’s found in how you think and feel.
Depression is not who you are,
You shine far brighter than a star.
It’s time to cast aside the lies,
And let your spirit freely rise.
The myth dissolves, the truth is seen,
You’re strong, you’re brave, and ever keen—
To live a life beyond the gray,
To find the joy in every day.

Now walk with strength, with head held high,
The myth of gloom will soon pass by.
For you are not the story told,
You are the brave, the wise, the bold.
Depression’s shadow holds no sway,
When you choose life in every way.
Your journey’s just begun anew,
The road ahead is paved for you.
With every step, you shed the past,
The myths you held no longer last.
You’re free to live, to love, to grow,
To let your inner beauty show.
Depression is a myth, you see,
The truth is: you were always free.

The myth is gone, dissolved in air,
You stand with joy, without despair.
For now you know the secret truth,
That life is found in hope and youth.
Each day a chance, a fresh new start,
To live with love, an open heart.
Depression, once a feared refrain,
Now simply words without a chain.
You’ve learned to see beyond the veil,
To sail through life with wind and sail.
So take this lesson, hold it tight,
You’ve conquered myths, embraced the light.
Depression is a fleeting phase,
But you, my friend, are here to blaze.

Look now! The sun begins to rise,
A golden glow in endless skies.
No longer bound by myths of old,
You walk with courage, bright and bold.
Depression’s myth, a distant dream,
Dissolves beneath the sun’s bright beam.
For now you see the world is wide,
A place of joy, with love inside.
No myth can hold you, none can claim,
Your soul, your heart, your burning flame.
You’re free to live, to breathe, to soar,
A life of wonder, and so much more.
The myth of darkness fades away,
As you embrace each shining day.

In this new dawn, you’ve found your way,
The myth of sorrow cannot stay.

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