The hidden meaning in the events of non-life. There is a longer piece in this than the one I've made, but I don't want to dwell in it.

Subconscious therapy.

There is a wall between me and life,
I'm waiting for someone to bring a hammer.

I mentioned this to something like a friend,
who kicked me in the groin and called me a tool.

Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2012-08-01 at 13:00

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