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Perhaps it's what they call depression,
the feeling of helplessness and uselessness,
the feeling that the world is a good and happy place for everyone around you,
everyone else,
the feeling of being in the middle of all the action and not being able to reach out or touch,
the feeling of life arriving and then passing by you like the flow of water near a rock on a bank,
never touching.
the feeling of helplessness and uselessness,
the feeling that the world is a good and happy place for everyone around you,
everyone else,
the feeling of being in the middle of all the action and not being able to reach out or touch,
the feeling of life arriving and then passing by you like the flow of water near a rock on a bank,
never touching.
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The Brilliant Artist
Inside a new idea takes flight. Then outflows this vibrant sight, that fills my soul with such delight. Now here, I see a vivid light, and know its master is as bright. Here I witness an artist’s might!
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THE DISAPPEARING DREAM
To appear and reappear in a dream Falling through mirrors Eyes without a soul Shadows past by the flickering of the candle light Lost in the image of a faded photograph Buried in your memories of a forgotten time There you stand naked and afraid, with your back against the wall
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self-organized
the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
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Sometimes, indeed, we feel like life is just... separate from us. Depression can pull one into their own bubble; it's a toxic, suffocating bubble. 