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Schizophrenetic
By Tagen
My hands
Feel so foreign.
I need to cut them off.
My soul is heavy,
I need to breathe air.
The night screams,
So I do, too.
I am (not) alone in this.
I AM NEVER ALONE.
Shadow people,
With their telepathy,
Laughing at me,
Possessing me.
I'm in love with him,
But he would just break my wings,
My heart and my hands, too.
Fuck,
I need a cigarette.
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Copyright 2019 Tagen
Published on Friday, January 18, 2019.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
"I'm throwing up so no one looks at me."Comments on "Schizophrenetic"
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On Sunday, January 20, 2019, Adagios
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This was a ritchious stream of consciousness, powerful stuff
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On Saturday, January 19, 2019, carlosjackal
(2787) wrote:
This was a great little snippet of insanity. Like looking through a keyhole into someone’s mental health. *hands you a cigarette*
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