Hopelessness

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Lucid Being 315

In the clutches of this mental sinkhole, forced effort my only ally.

My day is silent, slow tears and exhaustion.

The bed, my refuge.

This world feels so far removed from inside my womb of despair.

Dark, alone and unwell.

I need to stop sinking.

Or eventually, I will float.

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