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Mar 2019
I thought I was getting better,
Less sensitive, more relaxed, less angry,
But pain doesn't disappear.
There is no magic.
Everyone is pretending, so I need to keep pretending,
Or I could jump.
The water looks nice and my choice made.
Game over.
Esme
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