Unusual Dread

I'm down. Not sad depressed, or unfulfilled. For me to think I need more is silly, so I'll pass on the counseling and the Zoloft. Yet I sit deep in my chair, heavy,  breathing slow; almost unable to move. The culprit could be Meaningless, He's no pushover, you know. Not that I don't understand that …

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