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Jun 26, 2010
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An Unlucky Age for Depression
Wrapped in his self-sympathyA blanket of warm serenityHis thirst for care is drasticStarved for love now anorexic His painted legs form a patchImprinted with dreams he can’t catchThe red flows down like gentle rainDropped in puddles of a mother's pain Life's a mess, never simpleWhy else would he threaten his temple?Wrists of Hell, grow more tenderThis bloody trail is his contender He's a field of battle scarsSelf-hate produced from his inner warsYears pass him like molassesThirteen’s the age of broken glasses
— Lil Z, Jun 26, 2010
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Sara
16 years ago
Oh my
Lil Z
16 years ago
Sara!
Professor Purple
16 years ago
Impressive!
Lil Z
16 years ago
Thank you Antoine
Lonnie
16 years ago
All I can say is Bravo!
Lil Z
16 years ago
I am so honored!
Beauregard
16 years ago
Lonnie
Lil Z
16 years ago
Superb!
Beauregard
16 years ago
Oh gosh I'm stupid
scribbler
16 years ago
unlucky
Lil Z
16 years ago
Dear Scribbler,
xena465
16 years ago
Geeze Lil
Lil Z
16 years ago
Thank you
greeneyes
16 years ago
You are amazing. You are so
Lil Z
16 years ago
Much appreciated!
pleiades
16 years ago
this is my first visit to
Lil Z
16 years ago
Thank you!
Marie-I-Be
16 years ago
almost there
Lil Z
16 years ago
Thanks Marie!
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