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    Fade To Black: My Depression in Poems and Prose
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    Fade To Black: My Depression in Poems and Prose

    By Virgil H. Castleberry

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    About this ebook

    A collection of the author's thoughts on his depression, presented as a way of both dealing with his depression and telling others that they are not alone in the dark of their hearts. Some pieces are poetry while others are simply thoughts. This ebook is presented with the hope that others will realise that they are not alone in their daily struggles with depression.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVirgil H. Castleberry
    Release dateAug 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370105403
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    Fade To Black: My Depression in Poems and Prose
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    Virgil H. Castleberry

    I am an IT Professional that rides motorcycles in my spare time. Or maybe I am a biker who has to work as an IT Professional when I am not riding. I enjoy the outdoors, and find much wisdom in nature. I hope my writings bring something to your life!

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