⏳ There's a way out of depression, a way that doesn't entail self-******. by 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Oct 2017

⏳ There's a way out of depression, a way that doesn't entail self-******.

Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug

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𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ

(ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ)

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