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Oct 2020
Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts,
My mind, my body it -rots-
As I rot I think, who’s done this to me?
Whoever it is, is now my enemy.
To be so cruel, so harsh,
As to make my mind feel like -marsh-
But now as I lay in bed,
I realise, the only enemy I have is my head.
Fergol
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Fergol
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