Note: Listen to "Breathe Me" by Sia while reading this.

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There was something about this foggy morning

That made me look out the window,

Where I saw nothing but the walls.

It was mystic and profound suspense.

I stalk out to look.

The mist could blur any good man's vision

And the trees gave out the impression of a mythical creature,

Standing there waiting for me to give in.

I subsided the screaming in the back of my head

And walked into the moist land of nothing.

The damp breeze blew away some fog;

But nothing could take away the screams.

I preferred staying quiet through my walk.

Soon it all started tumbling

And I could see the timber fall.

But I stood there as calm as I was when I woke up.

My eyes fluttered open and I was in my tiny room.

I threw up my guts out on the floor,

With a few pills that were going to take me away.

And I saw my morning flush down the toilet.

As I wondered what brought me there. 

-Pink Poet
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16/08/2017