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Mental Health
The End. – (10/05/24)
Tim was sitting alone in his room, cradling a gun. The room was small, and the lighting was dim with the black curtains pulled shut. The lack of light did…
Mental Health
Lobotomy… F%^k you, lobotoyou
Madness. Is it the cerebral cortex of calamity, the whole cerebrum, or something more? I think about this as I watch the light reflect from the silver point. Maybe it…
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World Poetry Day.
There is nothing lazy about the brain of a crazy. Never stopping, always tipping, always tapping, quietness coming, start the flapping. Now the hurry, quickening with the worry. Did I…