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Jul 2015
i used to think that i could beat my depression.

roll the dice and lie awake until midnight
thinking of all the ways tomorrow could be worse.

skip a turn and sneak down late at night
to steal a kitchen knife - just in case.

take one, three, seventeen pills
to reach the unknown bonus round
where for once i might win.

and if i lag behind the players beside
just cry until they drown in my tears.
:)))))
glassea
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glassea  24/USA
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   --- and beth fwoah dream
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