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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I’ve found you Ensconced in desire, Imprisoned only by inertia My sweat is a product of Pedantry Unsubscribed from the mailing list of that
Temptress named Pleasure I sit Hungry for her presence. The narrative is misconstrued I only hear of her comings and goings Salivating at the Sense of solidarity They know under her rule Seething at mind for betraying body, I have found you beneath the remnants of established Equilibrium. Pleasure works on my behalf, Trying to make me whole of these fragments you have Left. Like an arrogant murderer you’ve left A clue A million symptoms explaining why the perpetrator Is you Though this time it’s come in the shape Of a diagnosis Case cracked by the therapist With it comes new regimen, Bringing Pleasure to come knocking ‘round My door again. Upon capture you begged for an escape Sought allyship from others Little did you know Pleasure had connections With that 20 mg foe you so despised Not long after the war was waged You finally seceded Unwilling to admit the serotonin Had succeeded. And so Pleasure started coming ‘round again, Ready to reacquaint herself With the body you had stolen. Comments are closed.
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