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May 2013
oh god.
half an hour more
and you'll get to see the sunrise,
lil red.
paint your toenails,
wave at depression
who's sitting against your door
because he's been locked out
for about
two weeks
don't worry about him
you can let him in
tomorrow
this is what happens when i'm left to my own devices. i turn on the shower and sit in the bathtub trying to drown. lovely.

i'm not bipolar. or even severely depressed. some stuff just *****, is all.
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