It seems to me that I,despite being awakecannot exactly tellif I am still asleep
it seems a simple wonderthat I can even seemy own reflection clearerthan I myself, am seen
and though I take my pillsand though I try to eatI am none the wiseras to why my chest still leaks
like a broken faucet,or like a set of quotes,I spill into the creasesof emptiness and mope
and being sad or happyis but a simple choreexcept that when I'm happyI feel the sadness more
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Lucius Holmes
Androgynous existence with a flower boy aesthetic. Suffering mental ailments. Still making it through each day the best I can.
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