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First the flu. Second, depression. And now the third -- Ipsos in one hour.
I'm hanging on by my fingernails. How can I look so coherent on the outside when I'm in ruins on the inside? Medication is a lie, all the skills I learned to shore myself up a prolonged joke.
Ashes. Embers. Poison. Razors. Black falling into white falling into black. Why won't it end?
I'm hanging on by my fingernails. How can I look so coherent on the outside when I'm in ruins on the inside? Medication is a lie, all the skills I learned to shore myself up a prolonged joke.
Ashes. Embers. Poison. Razors. Black falling into white falling into black. Why won't it end?
