Depression is like a havey cloud hanging overhead...
You can't get rid of it...
The world is crap. This is not open for discussion.
I wanna go to bed...
But I have history crap...
Later...
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My soul is composed of music and a Player's words, dancing across the stage in a fanciful fashion.
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