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Pre-depression

I feel lost
so lost in this thought process

Trapped...
a victim all of my own doing

There is no way to stop it,
I can only let it run its course

This is a difficult task,
nothing good ever comes of it

Opulent destruction!
How many more times can I do this?
Mental self servitude

Things have become so erratic
at this pre-depression dance party �
or maybe I'm becoming irrational

I can feel myself slipping
slippery slope...
but it is happening
No longer can I hold myself up
with this painted smile

The more I do
I feel so tainted and filthy
its like bathing in dirty needles and razorblades
Leaving me with these infectious wounds
that never fully fucking heal

Maybe it's time for that Thorzine vacation
before I have no more bread crumbs to follow
and the looking glass no longer brings me home