Here it was red flags and white balls and flying pieces of grass as clubs were swung.

Anger tastes like a block of wasabi.

lonely

lost

misplaced

gone

dead

Depression is a person standing in the center of a busy intersection.

I'm as lonely as a prisoner

alone in a dark cell

waiting for someone to free me.

I look at my guitar and all I see is frustration.

This coat was once a chinchilla and merrily scampering.

skyline darkness

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