It’s not a joke
It’s real
I am
And you are
So are the trees and the stars
It’s not just a depressing
Sensation
Seeping through your blood
Drying you up inside
Wishing for your own demise
When you’re standing underneath
The showerhead
Hot water won’t wash it away
It’s the truth.
We are all dying a little inside
Every day.
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