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by Ciandestine Aug 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Gravities hold Rooting me to the ground Chuckling madly At the absence of sound How could you sneer At someone so lorn The ones I held dear Are clearly quite gone Detached community A desolate purlieu Inane spatiality Deceased compatibility A numeral digit Secluded in drab One sole in this occult With nothing to grab
by Lindsey
Good job. I can relate right now. five out of five!