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Nov 2019
I cannot utter what
is bothering my soul

Perhaps it is the fire
of my own mindΒ Β 

The same fire that
kept me warm was
the one to burn me

Or perhaps it is the
unbearable weight of
my sleepless eyelids
I haven’t been sleeping lately, and I no longer want to take my meds. The downward spiral of doom is back once again.
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