depression
why am I so weird
why am I so strange
the same question I keep asking
but no answers remain
why can't I remember. Am I sane?
When I'm physically numb
mentally nowhere, I'm sorry for my vain
attempts at something.
And even silence has stopped comforting me
only mute memories that vaguely bear life
live in my head like ancient film fossilized
and treasured. My treasures.
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