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By a.lesser.thing
Mon, 13 May 2013
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i'm not going
to write another
poem about depression
or anxiety because i don't
owe it shit.
it's already
taken over
every bit of
life left inside of me.
maybe it
is a bad day.
maybe it is a
bad life.
i don't care.
i want someone
to brush my hair
and realize that
i will never emerge
from this dark lair.
stop expecting
so much of me,
because i'm not
me. that person
died a long time ago.
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That's not true, and you
Permalink Submitted by The Walrus on
That's not true, and you know it - you will get better.
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