Sep 2018
I feel as if I have passed on through.
The mortal veil.
And come to my judgement.
One that does not bode.
Well for me.
I'll be condemned.
To more of this torpor.
This inadequate existence.
The mortal veil.
And come to my judgement.
One that does not bode.
Well for me.
I'll be condemned.
To more of this torpor.
This inadequate existence.
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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