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DEPRESSION: my muse

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The sand on the bottom of my feet didn’t come from here, but the rope burns around my neck did.

The hatred in my heart for myself and for you was born here, it grew up right here.

This is not my hatred, it’s yours and I’m ready to set it free and send it home like chickens coming to roost.

I was not given an option, but I’ll give you one.

I will make my being sink as low as yours and make hell a playground.

My rage alone can fuel a movement.

Your blood will sizzle like my flesh sizzled when it was strange fruit.

I will probe the depths of my mind to make your debt payment ring throughout this place.

Yes, my hatred is full grown and is coming back. Not…

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