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Dec 2019
My heart is the home of squandered potential,
Depression sets in,
Cement the state and fall away into my usual state of mind.

The mirror I trod upon is the unfalling foe,
Introspection's regressions feed the deathless ranks of anxieties,
With but nothing left to say,
Nary a hopeless smile althewhile.

Pop another pill to drown tomorrow's sorrows,
With today's having a long way yet to go.
Written by
Robert van Lingen  26/M/Anywhere But Here
(26/M/Anywhere But Here)   
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     Fawn and BR Dragos
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