Depression 102

 

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All my thoughts
gathered
in a sandy bag already
full
of
unwanted memories.

I try to regain control of
myself.
Unsuccessfully.
My misery is my Lord.
A sick divinity
marching along
my
filthy emotions
on the road to
yesterday.

But Hear This
for all my dead wishes
and all the sliced roses
drowned under my bed
and all the screams
of my baby skin

Fuck Jimmy Choo
and his yellow
hat.

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