A couple of short poetry pieces I wrote many moons ago during my "depressed" stage:
Freefall through the void of imagination
Allow yourself to experience its myriad permutations
The only thing stopping you
Is you
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The oppression and depression overwhelm me now
I look down at my forearm
There's a number tattooed there that
only I can see
And I wait
ever so patiently
For my turn in the oven
that
I
know
is
coming...
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