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Jan 2019
At times it can feel this way.  
Digging deep, until no light is seen
Very little air to breathe
Still digging, to expose and share
The bare truth of these demons
Spell out their inner workings
Uncaring silence is felt
Much more then ever heard
Down here... Screaming
It Doesn't work... Nobody cares.
Jack R Fehlmann
Written by
Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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