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These streets are mine tonight.
Their sidewalks will carry my limping
body to light posts extending
their shoulders out to me.
The dark alleyways will hide all the parts of me
I hate looking at now --
same parts art galleries pay me to expose.
I will stroll down to an apartment I cannot call home,
bearing my coffee in one hand and my heart in the other.
And tonight's moonlight will not heal
but sure as hell will whisper back to me
all the stories of a life that brought
my weary soul to its frail knees like this.
~Mustafa Tattan
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
RandomThis is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are...
