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I try to drown my depression in fermentation

But my depression floats

Because it travels on the hot air of broken promises

I'll be there for you always

I'll be there for you

I'll be there

I'll be

I'll... talk to you later

But later never comes

Because later is an imaginary destination on the axis of time

Later, like infinity, can never be reached

I'll approach it forever

Reaching out desperately

Later is that speck of hope at the tip of my fingers

That hope which gives me the will to hang on

But that hope is just the hot air of empty promises

Escorting my depression back to the surface

Of the fermentation I tried to drown it in