Hot water kills bacteria;
Therefore when I cry I take a shower with water that feels like it came directly from hell,
because what is depression if not a virus?
The moment I understood sadness was the new Great Plague was the moment I realized why no one wanted to be near me.
I am infected.
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Bittersweet
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.
