Finally,
I gave in, all the
way, blinked at
years of grim
self-absorbed hate, but I’m not
much better today.
.
Finally,
I gave in, all the
way, blinked at
years of grim
self-absorbed hate, but I’m not
much better today.
.
Death, Depression, Epiphany, Poems, Poetry, recovery
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