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May 26
Depression subsumes
Me into
Sloth.

It's hard getting up the motivation
To live
When everything is so bleak.

So empty.

These memories of people I used to know
I forgot.

My will to be
Evaporating.

Death would be a restful sleep.

Meaning reduced
To listlessness.
Nolan Bucsis
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  41/M/Somewhere in Canada
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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