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Depression will stay inside of you, it will be a part of who you are, and it will be an extension of your soul.*
*So you have to learn to live with it.
An excerpt from my new spoken word poetry piece :)
You once told me
Something so sweet
About how I could change
Those shadows that hover deep

I believed your wide-eyed stories
Your reassuring truths
But once I saw your teeth
They started to rot
I soon became the filth
Neglected under your tongue

They thought what a waste,
It wasn’t a cigarette burn

You had them put me out
You had them chanting
I was the cancer
That came in flooding
Only it was you that was fleeting
Having them believe
I was a habit worth quitting
I will squeeze you well
I will place your nauseous body
In the jaw
I will place the top of the skull upon you
The head will hold you tight
In its mouth
And you will be still
And feel the joy
Shhhhhhhhh
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