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Feb 2019
Some feel yellow,
While I feel black.
Drowning in my own mind,
Unable to catch a positive thought.
Thinking, thinking, thinking,
Back to the bad.
And never back to the good.
Almost erased by my dark thoughts,
I feel utterly alone.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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