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Nov 2014
My wrists and thighs
Tattooed with white stripes

My mind consumed in darkness

My eyes clouded with nothingness..

My wrists and thighs stained red

My mind fading

My eyes rimmed with lack of sleep

Depression.

s.j.d
This was my first poem.  I hate to be mainstream with depression poems but this was the first one I had ever written.
Sierra
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Sierra  F/Indianapolis
(F/Indianapolis)   
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