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letter, 4/19/95The depression is so fucking bad I can’t work. I’m applying for disability, but that may take months. I’m losing this place, & where I’m going is anyone’s guess. I have a shrink appt on Tuesday, but how I’m going to pay for the medication is beyond me. It hardly seems worth it. I know I have things to accomplish; my soul knows it. But the doors of possibility are slamming closed one after another, & I’m not sure I can hang on much longer. your soul knows it. hang on. they say that a soul not at rest after death will travel the earth through
all eternity, searching for peace
not the way. you have so many
extra six-pack stuck in the back
take you to the next day. do that
but don’t stop searching. things
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