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by WitherBlisterBurnandPeel Oct 19, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Don't give me gardening tools to help me out of this hole Don't let me drown in the pools that I finally stopped weeping Don't read my grief lightly for it's as deep as my hole Don't grab my heart too tightly There is not much left of it For I now don't want to dream for fear of my subconscious They allow my ghosts to scream even louder then at Berkeley Square Don't look at what is inside of this hopeful pessimistic being For it is in there to hide to come out when it's ready