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Apr 2018
The dark thoughts pour in,
Ignoring my protests they bore in, Should be boring by now but they keeping me from snoring,
To my mind I'm imploring,
Drawing from the last of my resources,
Gnawing at my soul leave me restless, breathless with relentless stress,
I'm scoring pretty low on this test I guess.
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Alex  27/M/England
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