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Depression Exposed
I cry, I feel, I hurt, I heal.
I still bleed when I’m cut.
Then why am I like a puppet,
strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by as if I’m
trash to be picked up.
I still bleed when I’m cut.
Then why am I like a puppet,
strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by as if I’m
trash to be picked up.
Published 14th Sep 2020
| Edited 19th Sep 2020
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14th Sep 2020 11:59am
Dear A,
“ strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by“
wonderful imagery. I know this phrase is out of context, however, I think because people just don’t know what to say or do. Your write is very eloquent. H🌷
“ strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by“
wonderful imagery. I know this phrase is out of context, however, I think because people just don’t know what to say or do. Your write is very eloquent. H🌷
14th Sep 2020 12:01pm
