Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Fuck You, Depression (subtitle: i shed you)

Just when I think it can't get any worse, it doesn't.

I pull.  I kick.  I scrape at my skin.  And you eventually fall off and I notice very suddenly that you are no longer there.

I can eat again.  I can enjoy everything again.  I can sleep.  Oh, how I slept.

I am me again.  You don't own me.  You can't keep me in your grasp.  I have escaped you.  Until we meet again.

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