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In every frame, the struggle to survive,

A captured moment, pain kept so alive.

The camera’s eye, a friend in silent pact,

It listens to the whispers that we’ve lacked.

The shutter clicks, and in that fleeting breath,

It captures all our joy, our fear, our death.

In photographs, a dance of light and shade,

The pain and beauty of our souls displayed.

The black and white, a world devoid of hue,

Yet deep within, emotions ring so true.

The colors fade, but still, the image glows,

Depression’s tale in every photograph shows.