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Oct 2016
My eyes were sore
From what they saw
And so one day
Were sealed away

My ears they hurt
I heard no more
For times were tough
I had enough

My vocal chords
Were sore and strained
They didn't sing
They didn't ring

My body hurt
I closed my mind
I thought it best
A mental rest

I feel no more
My wish was earned
A life of lead
And now I'm dead
It turns out that enough stress can make a person emotionally shut down to the point where it's hard to feel anything. This is something I've been struggling with for about a year and a half now. Thankfully I think I'm finally working my way out of it. This was written near the start of it, when spring had finally arrived. That was a bad winter.
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Essen
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   Doug Potter
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