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Dec 2014
I drive them away.

I break my patterns and make them fear me.

I lose interest and slip into apathy.

I hide behind closed doors and bright screens.

I sleep.

I can't sleep.

I use music as my drug until I get no relief.

I find other drugs to feel anything.

I wait for the day to pass and hope for meaning.

I stop hoping.

I stop caring.

They stop caring.
depression
Written by
Tristan
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