Awake.
Exhausted.
Pondering why.
Why am I awake?
Why am I...
Wondering ?
Aching to rest my weary eyes.
And soothe my tired soul.
This simulation is overrated.
My depression is muted.
Clawing from the inside of my soul,
Begging and hoping to dance and smile without those serotonin producing pills.
But for now,
I shall bask in this manufactured happiness.
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