When you're depressed, there's no calendar. There are no dates, there's no minutes, there's nothing. You're just existing in this cold, ever-heavy atmosphere, like they put you inside a vial of mercury.
When you're depressed, there's no calendar. There are no dates, there's no minutes, there's nothing. You're just existing in this cold, ever-heavy atmosphere, like they put you inside a vial of mercury.
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