Another day

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Another day of the same old routine, walking through the corridors the dark grey black tones of this world become apparent because I don't see the world like others do.. No all I see is the black world we live in. I have a veil over my head which I wear permanently.... Its not visible to the naked eye, it's only visible to me and It's called depression.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 25, 2014 ⏰

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