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My color fades onto the floor
Into the pond with unsettling ease
And I am appeased
Or not
As I cry
Bleeding tears
From my real face
My deer face
And my human face
And wonder why
The Gods
The God
The none and the no one
Have cursed me like this
As I stand on broken bone...

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Good news, everyone :3 [/sarcasm]

Seems my original diagnosis was wrong. The Prozac is almost as good as if it wasn't there at this point, all it seems to do is keep me from angering easily. I'm pretty certain that I have Borderline Personality Disorder at this point, but still, waiting eternally to see the Nurse Practitioner again.

Not holding up well, missing the forest, wishing I could be a part of it...:/

Miss you guys...

Sincerely,
~ Anzel