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Dec 2018
depression has me by the throat,
it’s gripping tight,
it won’t let go.
anxiety,
has ruined love for me,
entirely.
im holding on by hair strands,
moving with death,
a slow dance.
im drowning,
with a life jacket,
without
your touch,
i need a hand,
will you reach out?
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
103
   Colm
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