It’s raining outside
And the ceiling is leaking on me
I’m not moving
Only thinking where pots to catch the water are
And trying to remember the name of that roofing contractor
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
May 7th
It’s raining outside
And the ceiling is leaking on me
I’m not moving
Only thinking where pots to catch the water are
And trying to remember the name of that roofing contractor
