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Kali Gauri DeviJa: TW Depression Poetry

Insane in the brain cant refrain from the pain, hey isnt life a stain on the soul for those with no control? Roll the toll. Deities of my soul.

Let me live or give me an urn that I earned. Burn my soul make me something else. 1000 years burning but at least 1000 learning.

I feel like I am nothing if I felt nothingness exists in the grandness of this royal kindness. But I have no finesse. So much regress. Who am I trying to impress? My dress or these narticitic empresses always making messes they can’t clean

Clean to be mean. Guess I only can love brown eyes with sties, dyes, flies,ryes, my own kind. Truly sad.

Sadder than madder than gladder, guess I’m just fadder dadder who tries to make my life matter. It doesn’t feel zeal.

No zeal to heal. No zeal to feel. Nothing feels real. Everyone loves to steal it’s zeal.

Kali come to me and deal.

Kali help me heal.

Kali help me feel.

Kali meal my hatred

Kali teal.

Kali real.

Kali’s zeal.

Jai Ma Gauri Devi!

Author:

An eclectic universalist witch with a lot to write about. Consider this a sort of grimoire.

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