There Are No Deadlines For People With Depression

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Depending on the time of the day; or whenever my eyes open up. I slowly awaken to a feeling of fatigue. Last night wasn’t good. As I briskly move towards the side of my bed. The sunlight shines brightly arching over the curtains of my window.

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It’s never black or white. Sometimes there’s a bit of spicy red in there as well.

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