April 2007
Autumn 8th Josh Mitchell
I’m not the antidepressant that you thought I could be. Perhaps I never was And here I am, standing on an empty deck Without my queen of hearts Pushed by agony through the long days defeat Seen through depression walls, built with heavy bricks Each made sullen by a persons past remorse But I lie awake Driven by an unknown factor That contributes to the swollen life Of the beaten down and sore Your most profound decision is my deepest regret Born on Autumn 8th Here dies a man Who has never lived before Autumn 8th
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