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I'm Feeling a Thousand Years Old

by Aj

I'm feeling a thousand years old, my head is grey, as grave as pale, dead faces. I'm already dead, as of now, I'm reflecting on it. I'm feeling a thousand years old like a thousand year old patient with a black hole for a soul and curtains over the head to keep it dark like the black universe but the stars are supernovas split open like a woman giving birth to despair. She bleeds pain from her eyes, clear like deep epiphanies. I'm feeling a thousand years old, my head is grey like heavy clouds, it rains all day and never stops, I want to shed my hair like teardrops from my cheeks to the floor, sad, deranged and nothing more. I'm feeling a thousand years old like a thousand year old agent of reproduction. I'm giving birth to so much chaos and entropy, it amazes me. I don't see any reason to live, any reason to be.
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Fort Lauderdale
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Written by
Aj
Fort Lauderdale
Published
Jan 26, 2016
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