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I slept thru all of your texts I doubt my thoughts would've helped Maybe they're better repressed I spent most my 20s depressed My teens obsessed Upset or trying to rest Caught up in myself, I guess Minds split or in a vice grip Trying to inflate some simple experience Waiting for each compulsive hum To turn into an aria Waiting for each actor To have his or her own camera Now they talk about depression Like it's the normalest thing Like paupers who all think They deserve to be kings I don't know why I came here What I'm doing here at all They take away my identity The one they gave to me The one they demanded of me Like it was never mine at all Facebooked the captured looks Chased down and hooked Walked the plank and tossed from the boat I labored to rock and shook Nostalgic for an old emptiness Like a sepia photo It's just some sidewalk I walked in another life Some talk we had That wound out of our hands and wound us up here somehow I listened for directions Took half-certain impressions from your dog whistle call Your charm Your steady walk Your inevitable fall Wrote them in marker on your wall But now I'm pretty certain You never gave a damn about me at all

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