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Seasonal Depression
I look out my window and see mother nature crying
She’s dying
Con aire tan sucio
Que hasta las nubes están manchadas
There isn’t much time left to be this sad and alone
But at home
I don’t know
how to control
my body
Lying in bed is his only hobby
My mood’s unpredictable like the weather
We’re tethered to the Earth
As it’s hurting
I just want a friend to see our last days
One friend to stay with me till the end
From the zine Emo Poems: Stories from beyond the closet
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