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Breakdown...(helpless in quicksand)
By Malice In Wonderland
It's official.
./
IÂ give up on this heart.
Fragile and forever breaking
I feel like this sand will forever
grip my body and pull me
d
 Â
  Â
o
        w
          Â
           Â
n
These blackened lungs and punctured pancreatic promises
Are like insulin
And I've been
Corrupted
Reduced to worthless
Ridicule
[You] make me make [myself] sick
I'm slipping again
And old habits die hard
like
smashing teeth
On your words
Worlds apart
Paralell
You can't even see
Supression
will
be the
death
of
me
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Copyright 2011 Rain In The Willows
Published on Monday, December 12, 2016.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, July 24, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
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wrote:
Really good one. Depression can be like quicksand, it pulls us down to a state of apathy, that it's hard to escape from and really dangerous for our mental stability
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