Friday, September 30

depression, i guess

when did the days become all so alike
each ponderously sliding into the next
til unceremoniously i wake again?

is death just the last unremarkable twilight?
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  1. AnonymousOctober 5, 2005 at 10:12 AM

    Just wanted to clarify that this is an old poem that I wrote probably about a year ago and just found kicking around in a notebook. So no need to worry!

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