I stopped crying long ago.
The antidepressants numbs
Instead of letting go,
The cuts don't hurt the same.
Scratched with a sharp nail.
TV advertisements for charities
Don't hit the same,
Burnt out and only myself to blame.
Too close to stop,
A life less ordinary.
Wait, wait let me tell you another story.
Runny nose and a dry mouth.
Not the life I once dreamt about.
Sure, lest you got the bag to lick.
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