When I'm depressed it feels like my head is a danish pastry, folding round itself, sucking me in like a vortex.
My body is a Russian Doll. The inner most layer is a dark, writhing mass. Sometimes this spreads to the more outer layers. Sometimes I think the darkness will make my outer shell brittle, make it crack and fall apart.
Sometimes I feel
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