Manic depression

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Submitted: December 24, 2010

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There are the sun the stars the far away places i can not go that i will seclude my dreams from now on until I come out again from this depression and find a place in the future the distance is ignorant in my life I foreclose the world and seclude myself and I am in love with someone long distance and am in love with the clouds afraid to get out afraid to get close to the real world I live in my head so close to myself dyeing though to break free from my secluded dreams dyeing to brake free fated digest it heart failure pouncing punching out the skin like a large dick you can see through a stomach hiding inside me on a drum machine. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ At a glance you are tired at things___ You've decided you are done___ Nothing can change the past___ Or statues holding everything together___ Of all that you are and everything of which you were___ We seclude ourselves from our dreams ___ And take from our past ritualistic guilt___ fumbling drunk in our nostalgic piss and shit___ humping old photographs___ crying out for the one you let go___ it is a sad show i know i know_______________________________________________________________ Staring at things like they are open clocks___ Dedicated to you to get on with your life___ But the past recoils sets you at a stance___ Of statues holding everything together___ of all that you are___ And everything of which you were__________________________________________________________ At a glance you are tired at things___ You've decided you are done ___ Nothing can change the past___ Or panic attacks ___ And the present is unfortunately___ yours to chose___ they always say___ We seclude ourselves ___ from our dreams___ and from our past___ we live in ___ swallows throats___ Always say that's O.K. for now___ Historical blisters ___ hypocritical know___ nothing about___ tell me the stories___ Dear please___ That's all I want ___ from now on___ To know about___


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