I find it too hot in here
For anything other than complaining
And convincing the guy in the next
Room I've lost my mind.
Because I have.
But I did a long time ago.
I'm not talking to myself
Because I don't like what
I've got to say
But at least I can capitalise
The letter I now.
And I'm not talking to myself
Because you can't talk to
Yourself if there's more
Than one version of you.
This one is dehydrated and
Drowning in debt and regret.
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Dysphoria And Other Ritualistic Behaviours
PoetryMy mind is a storm water drain. Contained within is my current attempt to force my hand. I used to write every night, now I'm lucky if it's once every three months.
