The Black Dog

This makes "depression" a black dog: it arrives uninvited, sits at your feet, invisible to all. Haven't you had it — outside fine, inside a nameless weight crouching?

Gloomy melody for an honesty of "I smile, but the dog's still here." Taylor writes the low pressure of mood exactly. You'll want to hug whoever's wrestling their own black dog.

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