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It's 6: 00 AM
and I have not slept yet.
I am too busy dancing with the devils in my head.
As I write this
my grip is the loosest
it has been in months.
The thoughts that rattle inside my mind
keep me quietly insane.
They know something
that might make the
flowers weep.
I have a friend named depression
and we reacquaint ourselves
with every change of the season.
Because of him
I have grown to love the sadness
far more than I love the people.
This is irreparable.
But I do not wish to be fixed.
These flaws make me
unlike anyone I have ever known.
and to this day
I've yet to figure out
if that's a blessing
or a curse
or if it is both.
poem
by
Vanessa Grixti
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