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. often   i am retrodden   after passing a lengthy sleep battle day following day      i wake in and out   loftily bobbing   nodding into conversation  and durring out                                            like a tiny failing electric fan   struggling to appear present and take part    then whirring   into a congested cumulus   a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee she dribbles her features into her colourful lap her words become a slury chum of incoherence (she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her she may  upon a whim   form another person altogether) i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature) the opposing to what may seem                                                                  this fella supports my depressions feature being and monitor's my decline fleshed out to drain me                                                                 whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision shaking in a drabby coat  and baring its dumbed face i'm turned inward on drooping wealth                                                      and rot in the anxious conglomeration a distracted reality from reality already conquered                          flagged and declared ;     the phony thing that's real
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
results of sleep deprivation
. often   i am retrodden   after passing a lengthy sleep battle day following day      i wake in and out   loftily bobbing   nodding into conversation  and durring out                                            like a tiny failing electric fan   struggling to appear present and take part    then whirring   into a congested cumulus   a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee she dribbles her features into her colourful lap her words become a slury chum of incoherence (she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her she may  upon a whim   form another person altogether) i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature) the opposing to what may seem                                                                  this fella supports my depressions feature being and monitor's my decline fleshed out to drain me                                                                 whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision shaking in a drabby coat  and baring its dumbed face i'm turned inward on drooping wealth                                                      and rot in the anxious conglomeration a distracted reality from reality already conquered                          flagged and declared ;     the phony thing that's real
neth-jones
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
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