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Jul 2020
Ocd
Now that’s a word I always see.  
Ocd stands for obsessive compulsive disorder,
It gives you thoughts,
That repeat again and again,
Like a tape recorder.
They enter your brain,
And stay there,
Affecting your life,

The images you see are unwanted,
Haunted,
Horrid.
But you can’t stop it.

People glare at you,
Some think it’s funny,
Laugh in your face,
You feel like a disgrace.

There are different types of obsessions,
But you could control them by attending therapy sessions,
There is nothing to be ashamed of,
There are a lot of people who will still give you love.

I know you feel so embarrassed,
So I am spreading awareness,
To help you and many others,
Will people spread this message I wonder,
You could always call this number:

0845 390 6232
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   Val Roy
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