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Depression
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The pain in my head
A blossoming bruise of past
Collisions.
It clouds like blood in water
Billowing.
The font is polluted
Once anointed, now congealed
To a pointless wax.
Motion slowed, time lapses
To the speed, of the slowest
Clock.
Tock tick
Motions to be gone through.
To jump start a life
On hold, holding patterns
In my head.
A very blue print of how it used to be.
I trickle through the cracks,
Tracing dolor down the wall.
A journey to the lowest point.
To find a pearl of wisdom.
To bring to the surface.
Whole.
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