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Nov 2018
Running from all those people
running and running till you are so tired of running.
Stop they say, but our Plight that they don't understand and they just keep coming.
Depression and anxiety hitting us hard.
but we can't stop as it's not our doing.
Rolling and turning and shifting in bed.
Crying and hiding and fighting with ourselves everyday.
Don't know how to stop, just we know we gotta keep moving.
Written by
Smriti
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