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I have a phone call tomorrow To talk about my depression They'll ask me questions With clinical precision While I'm just trying Not to throw my phone I'll do my best But its terrifying It'll be one less hour of silence Sixty minutes closer to the void I'm hoping, like **** they can Fix me up I want to start living again
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
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I have a phone call tomorrow To talk about my depression They'll ask me questions With clinical precision While I'm just trying Not to throw my phone I'll do my best But its terrifying It'll be one less hour of silence Sixty minutes closer to the void I'm hoping, like **** they can Fix me up I want to start living again
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18/M/Liminal space
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
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