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Nov 2017
Tonight I might not wash my face
Or brush my teeth

Tomorrow I might stay in bed
Not eat breakfast
And just eat dinner instead

I'll turn off my phone
And close all the doors
Keep the windows shut

Sleep half the day
And spend the night awake

I'll feel useless
*****
Depressed

Finally
The next day

I'll open the curtains
Turn on my phone

Let the fresh air
Mixed with rain
Rush in

I'll clean up
Shower
And eat

I'm still depressed
Yet I'm a bit over it
eileen
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eileen
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