candid

me at my most poignant

yep i've made grave errors

to give night terrors

looking at the man in the mirror

shaking my head

wanting my bed

forced myself out

can't let depression tek me

depression incapacitates

and stress kills

both make my will ill

make me uneased dis-eased

flying through the stages of grief

feeling fragile

gone through a blender

heart colder than december

nah hotter than the peak of summer

life's reading like a shakespearean tragedy

trouble knows me

travel the cosmos

through my headphones a spliff and a good book

now that's a good look

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