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+Prozac Nation. (From movie)
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+I feel his cold embrace... his sly caress.
+Lying in my room for days on end.
+Cold, dark, silvery.
+I'm scared he'll take me back to the depths of my own twisted desire.
+To a place I'm too afraid to go because maybe I'll never escape.
+He's inside of me, where no one else has been.
+In my dark and secret place.
+I let him take me there, but then my fear returns.
+I want him to stop.
+How do you think it feels and when do you think it stops?
+I don't want him in control.
+I want him gone.
+I want him not to exist.
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+I'm falling.
+I can't even write.
+Maybe it is all just scribble.
+I don't really have anything original to say.
+Writing can't save me.
+How else can I escape from the demons in my head?
+I want to explain to everyone how exhausted I am, even in my dreams.
+How I wake up tired.
+How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.
+That I can't write.
+But they don't really wanna know about it anyway.
+What I want is for someone to understand, but they don't.
+That's what makes the platitudes harder to bear.
+All I see is the bad side of things.
+I kill their joy.
+I look at their sad, discouraged faces and I realise...
+I'm the problem.
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+I dream about all the things I wish I'd said.
+The opposite of what came out of my mouth.
+I wish I'd said
+"Please forgive me. Please help me.
+I know I have no right to behave this way?"
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+How can you hide from what never goes away?
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+Gradually, then suddenly. That's how depression hits.