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Oct 2018
Me
I am the problem.
I am my own problem.
I stopped worrying about me a long time ago.
Letting this illness take over.
I'm screaming yet no one can hear.
I don't want them too.
I'm so used to this feeling,
That I wouldn't be me without it.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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