Depression breeds thoughts of destruction and often the outcome is as expected. A supposed cure for these thoughts is massive doses of over prescribed psychotropic drugs that assuage these feelings along with a host of other emotions and therefore destroy the passion that defines an individuals personality.
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Autonomy. My final word. A selfish act? Haven't you heard that my free will's been disturbed? I'm hurting no one, not me. Relatives? Friends and such? Get over it. I'm not saying much? When did life promise no pain? Your well-being's your own domain. You should have savored the view. wasted dreams. waste of screams. heavy days. I'm to blame? What's the point of all of this? The only way out is your slips? Prescribe a dulling machine. Reduce what makes me with an empty mask devoid of joy. Without the throes. A broken toy. Feelings were feelings at least. This equals the death that you ceased. I should have savored the view. When will the madness subside? Rituals. Rituals. Why?
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