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i'm full from all the food i didn't eat today.
through these depths i still feel shallow.
my heart rots from within,
and i can't seem to breathe or swallow.
the doctor says, "just take your pills,
and your heart will stop beating so slowly."
i say, "not for the life of me."
and i pretend to live happily.
i'll photograph this tragedy.
but i won't show it to anybody.
my thoughts are combining and
my sentences keep running on.
i keep getting deprived
from a decent night sleep,
and these bags under my eyes
keep getting blacker.
this hallway seems to never end.
i sigh as there is no one with a hand to lend.
i walk down this street every night,
but tonight it seems darker.
i ride this train everyday,
but today it seems colder.
i'll ravage this city,
and i will call it my travesty.
