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Blank Stares
Blank stares.
Nothing.
Growling.
Blank stares which seem endless.
Just comfortable enough.
Then prodding feelings.
It’s not good.
This town.
Is just a blank note.
There are many types of depression.
The “I’m not real” type.
This town isn’t real.
Along with me.
Vanishing.
What type do I have…
…Whoosh….
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Angelica Tao
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