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Dec 2018
Tar
My therapist asked me what color my depression would be
I told her black, black, black
She asked me what it looks like, how it moves
"Like tar", I said, "Like tar"
Oozing and sticky, it swallows me.
Written by
Summer Lynn  20/F
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