I don't read anymore, no more inspiration.
I don't write anymore, no more creations.
I don't think anymore, no more independent thoughts.
All I do is sit infront of the idiot box and let both my biological eyes and its electric eyes burn out,
This makes me die a little bit each day.
I begin to fret about my future, anxiety takes control and I pase up and down, inside and outside, north and south,
Nothing here is helping me,
Where is the aid located?
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