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May 2016
i'm getting a bit antsy in my skin:
a bit too tired, a bit too thin
and perhaps right now a bit like sin,
a bit like an unplayed violin.
i chalked it up to the unsettling din
but maybe it's something inside me, withinβ€”
something beside me, a has-been,
something to fight me again.
it's coming back, coming now,
and it thinksβ€”i thinkβ€”it'll win.
sad sad sad sad depression
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