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I've channeled this into something constructive and am about halfway through cleaning my room - and when I say it's a mess, I mean it. There were stacks of stuff as high as me in there. I only ever use it to sleep, so as long as the bed was cleared off and there was a path to it, I was good. Plus, depression can make you clutter and then overwhelm you when you think about cleaning it up. So I'm taking advantage of this rare actual desire to clean.
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I wanna go too far; I wanna go too fast.
Somebody draw the line so I can blow right past.
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