A thief of the night. It does not give me what I so long for after a day of dealing with my depression and anxiety. It robs me of slumber, of resting my body to feel some energy the next day. And when I do manage to sleep, it is but a few measly hours that leave me wanting more slumber. I feel my head heavy, my body weak, and my mind feeling overwhelmed. My eyes long to shut but to no avail can I find the means to shut the lights off in my head.
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Art by Mara
Não FicçãoA collection of digital art to express my current situations.