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Cadaver
I was tattered and drunk staring in the mirror;
A blank expression with a tear-stained face;
Unshaven, unkempt, the weight slowly melting away,
The bones slowly revealing their form, ready for the grave, with slapped on talcum to keep the lesions covered, wherever they may stain.
The aches, the pains, the inability to stand, fill my brow with a cold sweat that casts a cloak upon my bra...
Saturday 1st July 2017 2:44 pm
OCD
O-C-D-C
1-2-3;
D-C-O-C
4-5-6;
Must touch once, twice, thrice!
Otherwise I must pay the price!
Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,
Compulsions that haunt me day by day,
Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,
Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.
O-C-D-C
1-2-3;
C-D-O-D
Please leave me!
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:54 am
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