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Can’t sleep. Lying here. On my bed. A bright screen. White Dead? No life. My head Filled with knives. I bled. For a time. Words unsaid Steady decline. Depression fed. Fault’s mine. Should’ve fled. Was a sign Should’ve read. Got there fine. Where it led? Should’ve said A bright screen. White. Now red. Dead? Not yet. What’s next Lying here On my bed?
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
White Sleep
Can’t sleep. Lying here. On my bed. A bright screen. White Dead? No life. My head Filled with knives. I bled. For a time. Words unsaid Steady decline. Depression fed. Fault’s mine. Should’ve fled. Was a sign Should’ve read. Got there fine. Where it led? Should’ve said A bright screen. White. Now red. Dead? Not yet. What’s next Lying here On my bed?
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
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