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Reducing my working hours seemed to be a saddening yet efficient choice to be myself again. Finding someone, as if something was amiss. Here I am, and thankfully not the same person as I was, but the grey moodiness withstands any medication and therapeutic walk one may take, suddenly obscuring sleep, allowing you to eat more or to eat less, and making me prone to poetry. Not really to any benefit, to tell the truth.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 3 days ago in Poets


