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Mar 2018
Sleeping was my escape
Until the demons came and
stole my peace
they fed me lies
and lured me to the knives
Until I broke down again
and relapsed a cycle round my head
I am north
They are south
They attract

My worst nightmare.


**** Iā€™m going insane
Farah
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Farah  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
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