Depression

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Maybe someday

 day I will learn:

Nothing will happen unless I make it happen.

I hate myself.

These practical

yet out of reach, dreamy thoughts

never take me anywhere.

Every single time

 these thoughts take over I-

I pinch myself to make it all stop!

As today ends I wonder if

 tomorrow will be any different.

I don’t want

 tomorrow

to be repeated.

My God! Please

 don’t let tomorrow be the same as today.

I feel this-this madness

every

single

day.

 

 

 

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