Sometimes it’s like the ground beneath me is slowly beginning to break and the sky is caving in. And there’s no reason for it. My life is going well yet I still feel like I’m fading away. I still feel anxious and depressed. It’s like the disease gets worse no matter how large of a dose I take of the cure. Sometimes ya just feel sad. And then you cry for no reason.
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Forbidden Fruit, 1915 by Tyra Kleen (Swedish, 1874–1951)
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