I know we don’t know each other that well,not at all even,but believe me when I say I know that blood-curdle-cry you’ve been smearing yourself with. I know a thing or two about self-hate.I know that when every criticism I had sprung up and with southern drawl lashed out,“don’t it just suck, don’t it just …
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Embers are Stubborn Things (2013)
Taylor Mali has an awesome poem,I’m sure you’ve heard it,“Depression, too, is a kind of fire” The trick from getting there,From those cartoon blobs and shades of gray,Those sad sacks shilling Zoloft and Wellbutrin,Is a long chain of good-days. Those days when you’re out with friends,Having one too many,one too many times, again,When you pick …
