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Aug 2015
i'm sad today.sundays
have a way of stretching my heart
til eternity's end
and back.
rubbed raw from the world's crying,
i felt alone in my pain.this dull ache
fills me with a kind of
e m p t i n e s s
that smothers my very breath,
that pulls me into a spiralling
        e n d l e s s
abyss.a kind of wasteland
littered with strange beasts
carved from anger and unhappiness
and dissatisfaction,
this place burns with deceit and hatred.
it's sewers putrid with the scent of
loneliness and sadness,
it's valley's stand tall built from
all of our imagined fears and worries.

and in the background i can hear a
ticking clock getting louder
with each tock.
Crackpot Kid
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