Dead Waters
The days are to long and the depression to much the medications are wearing off the wind is irritating life is a rotten ocean of ash suffocating my lungs I can not breathe normally without cursing god first people are creatures with no remorse I can only float on thoughts like corpses who couldn't make it out.
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