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Contentment

Here I lay content
I took mine happy pills
Neither highs nor lows ‘no emotions
From which to feel, to grip or write
Becomin numb,
With little care, and strange vagueness’s of time;
 
I see no more beauty in a darken place
I see no more strange horrors of love,
I only see obligations & my duties.
Becoming socially acceptable,
When the artist in me dies
 
Written by deadwolf
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