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you wake up you can feel it you can make sense of it it grasps you, it’s heavy acknowledging what it wants it takes hold of you ******* every average trend that you possess to produce this vapid lifeless individual you call human that you have become. no matter how far you run it will always chase you its not any fun just that step ahead waiting for your faults and indecisions you try for a desperate attempt to resist but it has you you surrender you sit…alone... it takes over.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
Depression Awake
you wake up you can feel it you can make sense of it it grasps you, it’s heavy acknowledging what it wants it takes hold of you ******* every average trend that you possess to produce this vapid lifeless individual you call human that you have become. no matter how far you run it will always chase you its not any fun just that step ahead waiting for your faults and indecisions you try for a desperate attempt to resist but it has you you surrender you sit…alone... it takes over.
i don't like to wake up
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
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