Depression.
my eyes squint full of ideas,
My lips twitch with love.
Soon my lids droop in burden
And my tongue films in grey.
The low of flow
Chokes my swallow
Thickens my limbs
My skin turns ash
My smirk scowls
I swell with potential
Feel gross but hopeful.
Depressions of my joy.
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