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Under the heavy force field of depression my molecules separate until I am only an insubstantial hologram of what I once was. Those around me think I am still me but they only see the projection of the false me. The real self has been caught up by a black hole pulling me into an ever increasing gravity well that shall never release me.
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Nammu
…Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. …...
Desiderata Max Ehrmann
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