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Aug 2019
i went to write, to spill
my soul onto the page.

word prediction stopped me,
dead in my tracks.

two words it gave me,
capitalised. full.

Depressive Disorder.

phones know too much about us,
these days.
fireheart
Written by
fireheart  F/England
(F/England)   
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