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Apr 2018
War
Being at war with your head
Makes it hard to get out of bed.
You can’t seem to keep yourself fed
Or take your meds.

At this point you feel like dying
Or even crying.
Still, everyone else seems like they are flying.
It’s 10 o’clock and you are laying on the floor.
It’s just another day being at war.
Isabell blue
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Isabell blue  14/F/Iowa
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