Mystery ManA Poem by Sad Penguin Could easily be about one of two things. I wonder who they could be? Hell opens up. The dead welcome me with open arms. Writhing around in pain Slowly crawling forward. They begin by removing the skin Held down and molested. Their hatred now injected Looks like its my turn to dig in I question my new found beliefs I reject your innocence Once I denounce I'm greeted with relief You'll never infect me with your lies I'll never believe you again A man like you was never worthy of a thing called love
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Sad PenguinLAAboutI'm a male in my twenties who is currently going through a rough patch. More than two years ago, I have been diagnosed with the following: Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depression, Agoraph.. more..Writing
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