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depressing poetry from a depressed poet.
#anxiety
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#lost
#poems
#sad
#triggering
by little_noise
the photos on the mantlepiece turn to dust
the spokes of the bicycle begin to rust
the dogs in the backyard never bark
the footpath no longer leads to the park
the kitchen is cold, no mugs in the sink
there's no food to eat, no drinks to drink
there's no music playing from the room down the hall
only silence would come if you were to call
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