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Depression


Mundane Life has lost its luster Like diamonds that refused to shine Drab It's perpetually raining in my head And I hate being so soaking wet Dreary Everything is gray and sullen and broken Like the color of cancer Somber Sleeping through my own eulogy Just waiting to be awoken So I don't have to take a ride in the hearse To my cemetery plot I'm going to be buried 6 feet beneath the Earth Fatigue Just let me lie here Until the game is over And I've used up all my continues Searching the backs of my eyelids for a light And I find a spark when I press down Everything else is black But that's okay because I'm used to that Sleep The only thing I cherish anymore Escape is just a word And I'm not going anywhere anytime soon Grotesque The thought of food against my lips Because I want no sustenance when I feel so lifeless
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Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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