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Real depression strikes again You can tell by the scars on my skin. I didn't want to become the person I am intentionally. But.. I still lay in bed knowing It's time to get up. The same lifeless expression stays glued to my face as I stare out into..nothing. The same pillow that has collected thousands of my tears from all the sadness..that I still lay on. And yet the same girl just with a new perspective.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
Stay in bed
Real depression strikes again You can tell by the scars on my skin. I didn't want to become the person I am intentionally. But.. I still lay in bed knowing It's time to get up. The same lifeless expression stays glued to my face as I stare out into..nothing. The same pillow that has collected thousands of my tears from all the sadness..that I still lay on. And yet the same girl just with a new perspective.
gabriela-castillo
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
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