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May 2020
sometimes
it all just hits me.
and my thoughts start racing
getting louder in my head
as I slip down the wall
tears running down my face,
and I realise nobody is ever meant to be this hurt,
but
we all are
and it just comes inΒ Β 
different forms
different ways
different demons
Written by
Emily
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