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Some days are good days. Some days are bad days. Pain is played in slow motion, Happiness in Fast forward. I think about my day every night, Only to regret all the decisions I made. During the day I act totally fine, But on the inside I have break downs And start dying, with no Motivation to move on. Why is it so hard? To be 'normal' for once
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
Depression is my Obsession
Some days are good days. Some days are bad days. Pain is played in slow motion, Happiness in Fast forward. I think about my day every night, Only to regret all the decisions I made. During the day I act totally fine, But on the inside I have break downs And start dying, with no Motivation to move on. Why is it so hard? To be 'normal' for once
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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