October - Poem by Mia Persson
I was bored, and she was boring too
Dysthymia wouldn't leave me
I had to eat something, anything happier
Than her sobbing on my shoulder
The twins would arrive
Rip everything down with them
And I would be alone again,
Alone, with nothing but a trembling eye.
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