WhoopsA Poem by Mia
We're all commuting suicide,
Your fathers in the drain, Your brothers on the Golden Gate Bridge And you're wrapped in cellophane. We're almost there Together Sure isn't it all the same Unconscious and unhappy Inconsolable, in pain. © 2017 MiaAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2017 Last Updated on March 18, 2017 Tags: Depression, stupidity, drunken mess |