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Saturday, 8 April 2017

Not Myself

I wake up the next morning
After a night with my pills.
I get up, sit up, and think,
This does not feel like myself.
I feel like a muted down,
Dry version of myself,
I feel heavier when I walk.
My face muscles can't smile,
They all sit still on the bones.
I try and take a warm bath,
But can't bring myself to sing.
I don't think I like this so much;
Not feeling so much, as much.