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Dec 2017
aching
shaking
I can't move or think
hopeless
helpless
I could use some saving
confined
deprived
my insides are as empty as my mind
pain
I feign
that I'll ever be okay

the only thing left to do is to
sleep
to sink into darkness and
relief
I got really sick yesterday, really, really sick, and so I turned my pain into a poem, like one does. Sorry if it's bad, I still don't feel that well.
empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
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