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Jan 2018
Its weird when I think about it, I felt so much but now I feel nothing.

I'm having trouble getting out of bed.
I don't want to wake the day I just want to stay here all day.

I guess this is depression.
Isn't that what they call it?

Staring at the same wall all day.
Thoughts passing in and out of your mind all day.
But nothing significant, nothing of meaning or purpose just passing thoughts I'd call it.

My alarm is going off, but it fades away.
As I'm starting to fade..

Wasen't there something I was supposed to do today?

Oh right life, it never stops not even on your worst day.

Time to put on that fake smile and start the day.
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