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i wish i could say i was exuberantly happy, everything seems great but i can't... at the very least i wish i could claim to be pathetically depressed but i can't.. i feel the slow dreadful tendrils of melancholly clenching at my legs.. at my arms... gently tugging me back, yet i can't seem to struggle.. and i can feel no adrenaline related to fear.. just a gentle tugging, keeping me from escaping.. i feel the need for a release.. whether it be pure unadultered laughter rumbling through my very veins... or.. a deep terrible sadness wetly pulsating down my cheek. but instead this relentless melancholly settling setting staying

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i wish i could say i was exuberantly happy, everything seems great but i can't... at the very least i wish i could claim to be pathetically depressed but i can't.. i feel the slow dreadful tendrils of melancholly clenching at my legs.. at my arms... gently tugging me back, yet i can't seem to struggle.. and i can feel no adrenaline related to fear.. just a gentle tugging, keeping me from escaping.. i feel the need for a release.. whether it be pure unadultered laughter rumbling through my very veins... or.. a deep terrible sadness wetly pulsating down my cheek. but instead this relentless melancholly settling setting staying