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I no longer make sense to myself. I'm in a neverending cycle of fallacious reasoning. Mostly circular and selfdefeating Does anyone else have this problem in a depressive episode?? It is driving me mad. I feel like an ostrich. *** in the air head in the dirt. I can't stand it.
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Words collect dust as the poet stares and sits and sits and stares at the particles of light cascading down uncaring and uniform.
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