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Oct 2019
I can’t lie those thoughts t go through my head
the thoughts that you try to fight
hide , push to the side
but I’ve tried
they never subside
I’ve tried to confide in those closest to me
they just say the same strain .
my brain is a sink that never drains
just  keeps overflowing
until the water is no longer clear
but tainted Scarlet
dripping on to my feet
Written by
Faith Kelly Clint
150
   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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