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Jan 2017
You wreck yourself
Just for the pleasure
Nothing to moan about
And you feel down.

Picking your scabs
Pick your enemies
Something to complain,
Given sunshine or rain.

Wallow in your joy
Swallow in your pity
Got a new toy
A five minute ploy.

Nails and stigmata
It doesn't really matter
Reassuringly Depressed
To you it's just a minor misery.
Robert J Howard
Written by
Robert J Howard
   Maia Vasconez
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