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It isn't as if when I'm feeling this way I can drive out to some remote piece of earth and feel a presence of the Lord or something supernatural. The oceans, mountains, and forest lay in a land beyond my gas tank and minimum wage paycheck. Somehow my depression doesn't drive me to be frivolous. Pop art becomes annoying as it is painstakingly at every corner with a billboard lighting up the night sky. I can't escape to chains in the middle of the night, they're all to well-known glow is disheartening.
I can't escape this feeling, and I'm surely just dying.