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Mar 2018
A wall is a canvas
For my twisted thoughts to paint themselves
Into scenes of misery
As I lie there, staring blankly
Iā€™m an artist
Painting portraits of depression
In the emptiness of my mind

Words find it in themselves to float around
In the empty plain of my head
Weaving stories of guilt and sorrow
In my mind I write epics,
Telling the tale of my own demise
An Odyssey, and I an Odysseus
But destined never to reach safe shore
I write poetry mostly when I'm in a bad place, whoops.
Siouxsie Gagne
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Siouxsie Gagne  21/Cisgender Female
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