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The sensation of falling while silently standing alone in a crowd. Cold icy chill running along my spine, confusing the nerves in my skin. Hunger gnawing at the fringes of my curiosity, eating away my insides. Ancient giants pounding their weight against my fragile skull. A magnifying glass focused in on my minuscule existence, observing. A vacuum, void, opaque blackness pressing my fibers into dust. Breathless gasping, desperate pleading on deaf ears again. Don't turn away. Don't you dare turn away. Listen to me scream. Come back. Look at me. See nothing.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
This Is My Depression
The sensation of falling while silently standing alone in a crowd. Cold icy chill running along my spine, confusing the nerves in my skin. Hunger gnawing at the fringes of my curiosity, eating away my insides. Ancient giants pounding their weight against my fragile skull. A magnifying glass focused in on my minuscule existence, observing. A vacuum, void, opaque blackness pressing my fibers into dust. Breathless gasping, desperate pleading on deaf ears again. Don't turn away. Don't you dare turn away. Listen to me scream. Come back. Look at me. See nothing.
Kythera8
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
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