"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping..."
Goddamn this fucking depression.
Just when you think you've made four steps, this fucking thing just wants you to stay in bed all day and it knocks you back three.
All day.
Struggled just to get out of bed.
Struggle to make coffee, struggled to act normal and humanlike.
Struggle should be my middle name.
Just as I thought I was getting out of my two year funk...not supposed to be this way.
At this point in my life, I was told I'd be happy and retired.
Are the best years behind me?
That's all I want to know...
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