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Nov 2016
Sometimes my Psychie drowns me;
Puts a damp cloth across my face
and Pushes down, hard around
The nose and mouth, taking
breath I try to Pry out
of my strangled mouth.

And suddenly, I can't breathe
demons thriving inside me
My head is filling with their screams
Defacing who I see
in the mirror, I can't breathe
I need some help from someone
Please
Patience
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