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| Depression by Sabine Sauermaul |
Music has been torn apart in my mind.
My mood is dead,
sacrificed to absent light and noise.
I pray for numbness
yet still seek something more,
a file to smooth
the rough edges of my life.
I race forward
into the holy tangle of shade,
forever carrying
the mistakes of yesterday,
my memories lingering
alongside the space
of silent dread.
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