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Sep 2016
My thoughts are no longer of love and happiness.
My thoughts are of survival and not knowing what I'm surviving.
My brain is disturbing me.
My brain ought to be disturbed.
Our behaviour is frightening.
Our behaviour is all telling.
Written by
Susan Foertsch
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   Doug Potter
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