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Jul 2016
A vacuum inside the chest,
I feel everything ****** into it,
Depression, that's what they call it,
I'm not sure this is what it is,
I'll visit a shrink,
Maybe that'll help,
Maybe there will be a label to this,
Because that's all anyone seems to look for,
I've never cared for labels,
So it's fine if shrinky can't figure one,
But something to fill up the void,
Just something,
To feed the vacuum,
Will help
Urmila
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Urmila  India
(India)   
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