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Dec 2020
Wake from the dark to a darker place,
Silent room, silent heart. Stillness,
There’s no oxygen and I’m suffocating
Maybe open a window and get out, ran away,
Prison! A square of four rough cement walls,
Dark, silent, airless, trapping bedroom-
Trapped mind.
All my thoughts before I take the morning pill.
Learning the pills are there to assist though life than a way of life. However antidepressant pills sometimes are not diagnose correctly but it’s helping me.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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