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Feb 2020
I don't feel anything anymore.
Except.
Depression.
Except melancholic self reflection.

I used to care about something.
Now I just can't find the words.

And, I'm living in torpor.
Sleeping while awake.
A somnolent consciousness.

Existing.
Not living.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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