Here I am with nothing to do and nothing to look at. I could be doing a million things, bettering myself, becoming a better person. I have big dreams with no ambition. They say that's a side effect of my depression.... Maybe I'm just lazy. People with labels. Like leftovers that nobody wants. It's part of a process that's supposed to give us hope... But it doesn't really make us any more desirable, the possibility of making us fixable/ edible, it just gives us an expiration date
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