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Exhaling Pathetic Depression

Cough it up & blood spots the faucet, I crumble love & toss it in my pocket... With this heart locket & dark chocolates, I vomit with honest promises...

 I’m broken bones in old clothes, a cold shoulder in love with bipolar disorders... With darker humor, it becomes harder to ignore such a heartless rumor...

 Exhaling Pathetic Depression is expected when your self rejected, failing is a genetic impression & prevailing is a synthetic reflection...

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