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sigh. suffering.It always catches me off guard. Slams me in the gut like a bloody two by four. Rips me apart, and I can't do anything about it. I hate being depression, hate suffering from this ridiculous disorder, but I hate even more talking about it. Thus, I don't have any medication for it. I wish I could just get done with work, go home, attempt to sleep off all these horrible thoughts and feelings that are plaguing me. I wish, well... ...i wish a lot of things. sigh.
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