clinically d(ying)iagnosed
morning routine: wake up
immediately (DnD role)
play russian roulette
roll that iron D20
what'll it be?
maniacs laying siege on me?
manic insidious anxiety?
or
…
flip the dipole
on that bipolar die
depress toward deceased
and bleed my tear ducts dry
(before the clock strikes five)
drink until I believe The Killers' lies
"everything will be alright
everything will be alright
everything will be alright
everything will be"
just
fine
;
and if not
oh well…
Kasher's got me Staying Alive
('cept the worst's not over)
while I still
bleed my
tear ducts dry
yeah…
issavibe
some hash tagged
livin' my best life
FYP
your pleasure but never mine
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