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May 2018
it’s dark and lonely
i treat myself so coldly.
nothing makes sense anymore
small things have become a chore.

everything seems so distant
always inconsistent.
everyone says i’ve changed
my mind is utterly deranged.

but don’t worry about me
this poem isn’t a plea.
i will be okay
maybe, someday
Written by
megan  17/F
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