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Dec 2019
The thought of dying
occupies my mind too often
I'm not okay

The place we go to when we fall asleep
let me stay there forever, please
Because I'm not okay

In the waking hours, I stumble
around in a world of make-believe
I'm still not okay

The darkness is cold but kind
it offers me a place to hide
Can I be okay?

I'm floating around in a straitjacket
on the edge of the universe
I'll never be okay
Silverflame
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Silverflame  23/F/Denmark
(23/F/Denmark)   
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