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Mar 2019
Everything is dark.



And everything hums with white noise.


I am buried six feet down in sadness


I wonder if the wind will blow soon, and carry away the weight of my mind.
Or serotonin will flood this hole I’m stuck in.
At least I’ll die happy
Madds
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Madds  Melbourne
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