Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Depression
Is the wall you build
With your own bones
So that you can be safe
The funny thing is
We fill up with emptiness
So that we won't drown
But when you're full of empty
It only ever pulls you down.
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