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Aug 2020
Give me a break
From this everlasting feeling
Of existential dread.

I know its dramatic
But, when will I start healing
From this chaos in my head?

Honestly, I have realized
I’ll just have to keep dealing,
Up until I’m dead.
*I wish I had put more effort into this but here you go.
Written by
Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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