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Jun 2020
**** this life.
I would’ve been
Better off in another one.
Or better still, not at all.

Year after year of pain.
Grief, heartbreak, abuse,
Depression, illness, loss.

A monotonous, never- ending  
Cycle. Black and white.
All colour that was once there
Has faded, slowly and completely.

I’m utterly done with this
****. Where’s the nearest exit?
Ana Sweeney
Written by
Ana Sweeney  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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