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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

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From the zine Emo Poems: Stories from beyond the closet

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