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Depression is a Cunt
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A spoonful of night, self- medicating. A stretched day of casual dismissals; hey sunshine, the more I'm smashed the more I give.
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Her language, sympathetic to silence, as I binged on a monologue;
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Some kind of sick-suck,
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where
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I'm the crash
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at the bottom of the stairs,
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Waiting for the accident to happen.
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She is in snow hypnosis,
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etiquette of a pulse
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peeling her oeuvre,
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wall washing sunshine into light.
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It's past midnight and I'm spooled.
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Diminishing into unsaid words
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I recede out of my room,
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like a reclusive boss counting workers,
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remote, far, impossible to see.
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4 Aug 17

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pretty killer.  although not crazy about the title.  I'm not a fan of depression but I am a fan of cunts.  also, line 2, a quick suggestion.  omit "as" and change "binged" to 'binge' for the sake of tenses and make that bit its own line?

"her language, sympathetic to silence,
I binge on a monologue"

line 7--maybe change "the" to 'an' ?

like it much nonetheless.
 — JKWeb

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