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Nov 2018
My head feels fuzzy and I don't know why
And that is not a lie

Clarity does not come easily
anxiety comes breezily

My brain makes me feel sad
mad
and oh so bad

People try to help me but I do not heed
I cannot plead

My fuzzy head is not my friend
I do not want this to be the end

So I fight on
I will not yawn
Till the break of dawn
how I feel right now
Written by
Bernadette  20/F/Toronto
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