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The 'S' Word Once More

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Oct 8, 2014

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The food I eat is tasteless,
More tablets fall into my hand,
& my scar collection in growing;

I'm losing interest
In so many things
I had loved...

I'd question what,
But it's ritual now -

And so I'll beg "why?"
Before I drown myself
In bedtime tears.

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EvilScarrlett

Oct 11, 2014

i know that feeling...

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