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description of a woman in a mild depressive state

another day has passed me by. I can't distinguish between who or why. Is this the day I'm supposed to die or go to the dentist for my root canal? somehow it doesn't really matter, I guess it just depends on what happens. days are days and nights are nights and there doesn't seem to be much in between...just another excuse to lie in bed and listen to the ceiling fan whirl overhead.