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Like a Rug
Being depressed is like a rug.
Has fibers and some small fibers tear away.
And no one notices.
Everything is frayed, and funny.
So I laughed at the blinds opening and closing.
I’m never ready for bed in time.
So I just get depressed by the lamp light.
Being depressed as a rug.
Being vacuumed and swallowing the filth.
Slithering around the room.
Tearing away from the shadows.
Into more shadows.
Being depressed is like a 100 year old rug.
That got taken out of storage.
And thrown away.
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Angelica Tao
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