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Jul 2019
On all 4 sides, Darkness surrounds me. As far as the eye can see.
Thousands and thousands of them. It's a stampede!
I'll never make it out of here, I believe.

But then I find Happiness,
pushing through the crowd towards me,
smiling through the sweat, what a relief!
But there are thousands still searching,
"Where could my Happiness be?!"
It is so disheartening my friend
That there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do
To lighten your grief.
I see all types of patients in the Psychiatry ward where I'm currently posted. It's so disheartening to listen to their stories and not being able to do anything other than following the protocol of prescribing drugs. But what of the pain? Painkillers don't **** emotional pain. So many people, so many; who think they are alone and their life is worthless and are in such great pain, and there's not much I can do. It's sad.
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Tinker Bell  F
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