You ever feel so weak from depression you have to focus on holding your cup of water so you don't drop it as you walk to your bed. But then you fall off your bed as soon as you try to get on cus you're not specifically paying attention to it?
I ended up spilling my cup of water anyways.
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Poetry》𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐦 𝐎𝐩. 𝟓𝟓 Little things I've written lately I'll have specific trigger warnings for each chapter
