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#derpession
I had it in my sights. My first right move. I thought I had it. Then the dream came crashing down. One by one Peel back all the layers. To get to the heart of it. Watch it beat and slowly shrivel. Things were becoming okay. I had taken blue and I felt right. It ran out of my system. I can't seem to make things right. Will I ever be right? Will I ever be RIGHT? Will I ever... Seeing in blue Just do it And don't look back.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Blue
I used to read I used to write Songs, Stories, Poetry. I used to knit I used to sew Plushies, Scarfs, Roses. What happened to the days Where I found enjoyment from the little things? Why is it now That what I once loved Feels like a chore That tires me, Bores me, Makes me contemplate everything. What happened to my carefree childhood Where nothing mattered Other than when I could write Songs, Stories, Poetry? When I uses to knit and sew Plushies, Scarfs, Roses? What happened? And why?
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Depression killed my creativity
how can you fix your depression with indifference. two blues to go with my dollar domestic in a hour the frontal lobe goes dark. i don't feel for anything . laying on my friends couch asking for her fingers in my hair. how strange it is to find yourself in your stained button up and wing tips dancing on the plaza. the local street preacher even finds himself perplexed. maybe this is one better off not saved. some drugs we do for fun , some we do so we can have fun. some drugs leave you in a white room waiting for slow melodic ticking of the clock to run out .
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Blank slate.