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May 2019
My mind is racing but somehow blank,
Every thought escapes my reach;
I used to be smart, I know I did,
But frustration clears my mind like bleach.

Spotty vision, spotty mind.
Can't hear my thoughts -
To my emotions, blind.
Grasping at empty air, I find
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I scream, I cry, I cannot breathe
I cannot think.
With rage, I seethe.
I hate myself. I'm on the brink.
Hoping to clear my mind, I blink.

(But there's already nothing there.)

I know not what has caused this hate,
Or how to make it stop,
All I know is I cannot wait
To finally, finally drop
Written by
Gerudo  22/F/Somewhere, Hopefully
(22/F/Somewhere, Hopefully)   
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