Summary: A soliloquy of the pain of anxiety and depression. Make me forget. Let me feel a pleasure so strong that I feel like myself again. After I saw Cid's anxiety/depression poem I was inspired and intended to record both that and modify it to make a version that captured my experiences better (depression without anxiety), but that didn't really take. It turns there's a reason everything I do is written by someone else. But I had already recorded the as written version. So