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Jan 24
the condition of my mental health is a never-ending cycle
and it always begins or returns to the clouds
they come from nowhere on a clear and sunny day
covering any form of light
not letting anyone in
with every task, they become darker
rounder
threatening to explode
until they do
and once they do
it becomes a thunderstorm
i am a sailor lost at sea
can never find the way
to be happy
the rain washes away
any hope that may remain
my thoughts mix into one
i pull myself apart
one part by one
my voice no longer mine
they say there's a calm after every storm
but mine never seems near
i'm either facing the clouds
or the tears
Deniz Eilmore
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Deniz Eilmore  15/F/wonderland
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