Life is suf-
fering, dodging, sink-
ing, but look,
swimming upstream, brightly na-
ked, sue me, kill me.
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on February 21, 2017 - 11:50 am
The Aztecs called a person’s birth “the first day in his march to death”
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