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Maslow Melancholy
There’s a heartbeat in the wall
There’s a voice without tangible shape
“Follow along the line.”
Air composed of frozen pearls
Goose bumps and shallow breathing
While eating dead skin cells
It feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest
There’s no rationality
To this Maslow melancholy
This torment enslaves me
These drugs cannot save me
This is me at my weakest moment
I want to fade
I want to disappear
I don’t want to exist anymore
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