Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Iodine

   I run in circles till I crash -- one day these steps will be my last.
But if we want to wake up, why're we still singing these lullabies?

I say I wanna be happy,
      but I quickly forget.
Will I sabotage all the good I've got left?

     Depression is like a big fur coat;
it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm.

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