suppression...

[secrtsociety]

Waves of sadness run over my body as bare and naked as the unmanned shore. How am I still going? On the futile hopes of narrowly escaping the pain that waits at my door. My story is lacking merit and the whims that allow me peace are ebbing with the tide. Depression for me somehow always ends up at the sea...

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[bitesizedhubris]

Hey you said it. I hope the essays are going okay. Feel better dude.

[electrcuting]