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i to be depressed is a sin in this nation where it’s name equals depression. the white’s man disease it is! & my heart weeps out: ii. i pledge to depression my county to be drained, famished & broken to serve with all my sweat & sanity… iii. mama found me this time withering away in the corner of my room like a flower deprived of water. she sprinkled some smile on my sad face.…

climax is when she left you in the lurch to romance a simple text: “i’m gone, do not look for me.” tragedy is when you start fading away in the corner of your room like some words in a 70s newspaper. & as you sip her away with hard liquids, smoke & sadcore songs, her memory will sink down more to your heart. your heart: a graveyard for sour spittle of when you kissed; b…

i. mama, these verses are stained with yesteryears’ distress, today’s tears and red- black ink of sorrowful solitude. ii. my mama who art behind the clouds tell me how to attain the sunny summit when my whole is drenched in darkness and death-blots smearing these pages? …i am sequestered to stare at the sunny sky. iii. my teacher asked me write about you and i wrote in a sentence: “my…

In my earliest memory, I see myself staring at the sky; wondering why it was blue and how it always seemed to follow me wherever I went. I remember questioning why the ocean was also blue, and why it covered seventy-one percentage of earth. I found out that blue symbolizes trust, calmness and confidence. My favorite colour used to be red, then I found out that red symbolizes danger, war and death. Ever since then,…

It was somewhere between life and death Somewhere between addiction and sobriety Somewhere between sadness and its delight Somewhere between wails and silence Somewhere between mourning and joy Somewhere between giving up and dragging on Somewhere in the freezing cold of hell Somewhere between night and day Somewhere between echoes and noise Somewhere between depression and elation Somewhere between a tangle of Labret and a clear field of wheat Somewhere on the tiled road of…