Early to exit
Sweating profusely while staring at six grams of pure pleasure on the coffee table.
My stomach is deprived of relief two days going.
My spoon gives the tea a burned taste that elevates my nausea.
The nights feel longer as the days burn brighter.
Depression is compassion in the time leading to the death of my former self.
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