Despair
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I haven't wrote anything in over a year and thought I'd write about something I experienced for a while. Hopefully someone can relate or understand also. I wrote this in less than an hour while I was in my feelings so bare with the "insufficient effort" I really tried for someone who hasn't been inspired in a while.
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