I am stuck here. Glued to my meaty seat.
I don't dare to leave because, that means I can and will be deceived.
Not that I have not tried, for if I said I had not, now that would be a lie.
I am so depressed, I am too depressed to take my antidepressants and because I am so depressed my
face will never be caressed by the love and affection because of my affliction.
Damn this sadness, for it is a SAD excuse, yet it troubles me so ... So much so I sometimes just cry and say on to myself WOW...
I don't want to die I just want to be free, to be me, and silly and dilly dally in the things known as life, whilst only dabbling in the things like reality and seriousness.
The only thing good about this dreadfully melancholy poison is its the most dependable aspect of me.
How sad.
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