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Wednesday's child is full of woe,
i found out this morning i was born on Wednesday,
what a terrible thing to know.
this feeling is different from the other depressives,
it's one that has soaked in it for so long
that the energy needed to be depressed is resigned.
the last of my cyber friends needs a break,
my imaginary friends and playthings are on strike,
better pay for better imaginings
of how my life should have played.
i forgot whether or not my grandparents had died,
it appears that they have,
old people tell it like it is,
'cause they just don't give a fuck anymore, like me.
i can't push the button anymore,
it just leads to more pain,
my youtube smirk betrays my inner deception,
i really am sad,
but i haven't acted in ages.
my brain is so right-brain the creativity starts to dilute
into other things i've seen along the way,
am i really that creative?
i hide out and pretend i don't see others' art,
i must hold onto something unique.
in an endless cycle, endless loop
of what i am and what i should be doing,
if i give up one thing, i betray the other,
if i stop to think, i stop thinking.
i am a Wednesday's child,
this is the diagnosis,
the prognosis, as the child poem states,
is full of woe.
this was decided long before birth,
it's not an accident that it rained when i was born,
will it rain when i die?
i love the rain.
what a shitty thing,
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at least this moves me, i can still move,
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this is bad, so so bad
this is sad, so so sad
i'm fighting fate,
man, i can't do this anymore
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