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A sheer pink lip balm A harsh light bulb-lit reflection Deep, tired, dark circles That outermost omnipresent aloofness Dark 00's and midriff The cold, 6:00 am, hollow and dim living room Seriously demeaning and only aware introspectively Noble-felt, harshly observed silence First, the summit most deeply craved and sensually submissive to Clarity and optimism Motivation and kindness But impending soon after A permanent loneliness, soullessness, sadness and a vast emptiness The every day conscience Hours spent absorbing the stillest silence possible Not being able to think full thoughts or talk to oneself All that's distinguished is feeling paralyzed in the mind Harsh bathroom lights Loud, rough water filling the bathtub Staring as the repetitive breathing moves the water line back then forth Up then down Slow moving and eerily melancholy Continues 2 am... 3 am... 4 am... Physically exhausted and still Lethargic bones Mentally continuous, even rapid, and imaginative Consisting of only slightly heavy, controlled  breaths and an idled pause Everything is paused except the mind The body goes without Naturally retracting from the mind Counting the minutes until the alarm goes off Arises to feel disoriented Resolves with more A light-dark shimmer and brown boots Perfectly placed lips A sharp nose and a sunken aura That craving, comfortable normal attained It all resurfaces The smell of that time The mentally formed associations Cold like the winter, early mornings and the fluorescent light Cigarettes like the emptiness, somber, bitterness and silence Oppressive but so liberating Depressive but so enthralling It smells malignity pleasure-filled A sheer pink lip balm
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
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A sheer pink lip balm A harsh light bulb-lit reflection Deep, tired, dark circles That outermost omnipresent aloofness Dark 00's and midriff The cold, 6:00 am, hollow and dim living room Seriously demeaning and only aware introspectively Noble-felt, harshly observed silence First, the summit most deeply craved and sensually submissive to Clarity and optimism Motivation and kindness But impending soon after A permanent loneliness, soullessness, sadness and a vast emptiness The every day conscience Hours spent absorbing the stillest silence possible Not being able to think full thoughts or talk to oneself All that's distinguished is feeling paralyzed in the mind Harsh bathroom lights Loud, rough water filling the bathtub Staring as the repetitive breathing moves the water line back then forth Up then down Slow moving and eerily melancholy Continues 2 am... 3 am... 4 am... Physically exhausted and still Lethargic bones Mentally continuous, even rapid, and imaginative Consisting of only slightly heavy, controlled  breaths and an idled pause Everything is paused except the mind The body goes without Naturally retracting from the mind Counting the minutes until the alarm goes off Arises to feel disoriented Resolves with more A light-dark shimmer and brown boots Perfectly placed lips A sharp nose and a sunken aura That craving, comfortable normal attained It all resurfaces The smell of that time The mentally formed associations Cold like the winter, early mornings and the fluorescent light Cigarettes like the emptiness, somber, bitterness and silence Oppressive but so liberating Depressive but so enthralling It smells malignity pleasure-filled A sheer pink lip balm
Inspired by 2010-2011
#depression#drugs#winter#cigarettes#cold#pink#euphoria
MichelleParet
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MichelleParet
American
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
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