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Jun 29
My eyes sting
From searching for answers
My head aches
From the noise of my thoughts
A torturous dripping-tap of anxiety
Thought after thought
Overlapping
Like the piles of papers surrounding me
Fact, fiction, dates, past, future
The absence of now
All ******* up
Into a weighty ball of
Stuff
Rolling around
With no direction
It makes
No sense
Written by
Abby  31/F
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     Imran Islam and Mark S
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