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The taste of iron on the tongue,

like bloody words

Self-lacerate the mind

 

What price this damned and damaged psyche?

Less Id than ig:

Ignored.  Ignorant. Ignoble.

Ignominy

These sordid thoughts and filthy sheets

and Half arsed dreams…

 

What am I scared of?

Losing

Falling apart at the seams

Dying alone

All the usual things.

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2 Comments

  1. (I’m fine, before you ask; this is like therapy).

  2. Glad to hear it. Good work.


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