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So this is it then.
No more trying, thinking feeling.. falling.
I give up.
On Tuesday i'm going to ask to be put back on cipramil. A high dose.
I remember what it does to me.
Kills off the sadness, but with it goes every other emotion and creative output.
You become a shell, a walking breathing, shell.
At the moment that sounds pretty good to me.
bye
When your wheels stop turning
And you feel let down
And it seems like troubles
have come all around
I can hear your heart beating,
I can hear that sound,
I can't help thinking.
And I won't look now.
And then I looked up at the sun and I could see
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me,
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
On everyone