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Aug 2017
After a while, you realize that
Living is all you do.
It took me months, but it became
Very clear that I was struggling.
Every day was a chore.

Because of this,I was consistently
Unable to get out of bed.
Time moved far to slow for me.

Day after day I was told that
Eventually it would get better.
And maybe one day it will.
Dear god do I hope it will.
"Praying to a god that you don't know if you believe in."
Written by
QuietGlass  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Marshall Messi
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