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Jun 2018
The Greeks got it wrong.
They didn’t understand.
Tartarus is not the worst torture.
Those punishments are frustration.
Mine breaks souls.

I’ve never been diagnosed
But I think I’m depressed.
It’s not sadness.
It’s just empty.
It’s a hole that can’t be filled.
Not even by pain.

Do meds help?
Or do they just fog you up enough
That you can’t see the hole?
I don’t know if I need help. But if it won’t help then I don’t want anything to do with it.
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Underneath  Irrelevant
   Pitch Hiker and AAron Roz
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