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I am sitting at the table.                                                 looking at my microwave food.                                          I am eating it raw...                                                            Cause five minutes is too long.             when Depression is whispering in your ears.                                 I am happy that I even made it out of the bed. which mean I was strong enough. To fight against the darkness.                       That usually P                                                U                                                   L                                                 L                                               S                                                                                         M                                                  E                                                  D                                                O                                                 W                                                    N                                               ...Into an oblivion prison... Where                                 -Loneliness-                         is my only cellmate.                                                                                           I am sitting at the table.                                                         WISHING                                                                                U That I someday will gain the power to stand P                                                                                     ...against the sickness...                                                  That  ç̗̟̲̱̰͈̹̻͎͆̃̒͌͛̆̌̀̽͠o̧͇̤̘̳̱̹̟͉̼͆̿̌̄̔͒̂́͌͑ṟ̯̰̙̙͈̼̬̟̩̂̂̈́̋̆̌̊̓̐̀ŕ̛̬̖̙̣̮͖̤̰̱̊̇̅̈́̽̇̈̑ͅu̗̙̯̙̙͍͇̦̗̤̅̅͛̈́́̓͒̇͆͝p̡̢̧̨̘͇̝̙̜̱̈͐̅́̏̀̊̿͘͝t̨̡̡̧̲̮̗͖̳͎͒͐̄̍͑̈́͊͋͂͝s̡̜̤͚̳͇͎̤͓̓̓͗̃̏̐̈́̇̆͜͝ my heart... ...
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
Eating alone
I am sitting at the table.                                                 looking at my microwave food.                                          I am eating it raw...                                                            Cause five minutes is too long.             when Depression is whispering in your ears.                                 I am happy that I even made it out of the bed. which mean I was strong enough. To fight against the darkness.                       That usually P                                                U                                                   L                                                 L                                               S                                                                                         M                                                  E                                                  D                                                O                                                 W                                                    N                                               ...Into an oblivion prison... Where                                 -Loneliness-                         is my only cellmate.                                                                                           I am sitting at the table.                                                         WISHING                                                                                U That I someday will gain the power to stand P                                                                                     ...against the sickness...                                                  That  ç̗̟̲̱̰͈̹̻͎͆̃̒͌͛̆̌̀̽͠o̧͇̤̘̳̱̹̟͉̼͆̿̌̄̔͒̂́͌͑ṟ̯̰̙̙͈̼̬̟̩̂̂̈́̋̆̌̊̓̐̀ŕ̛̬̖̙̣̮͖̤̰̱̊̇̅̈́̽̇̈̑ͅu̗̙̯̙̙͍͇̦̗̤̅̅͛̈́́̓͒̇͆͝p̡̢̧̨̘͇̝̙̜̱̈͐̅́̏̀̊̿͘͝t̨̡̡̧̲̮̗͖̳͎͒͐̄̍͑̈́͊͋͂͝s̡̜̤͚̳͇͎̤͓̓̓͗̃̏̐̈́̇̆͜͝ my heart... ...
Some days are better than others....I think....
william-robinson
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
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