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Mar 2021
I once heard that the brain can be like a bad neighborhood when you're depressed
How do I tell you that mine isn't a bad neighborhood but yet an
abandoned one
Dark
Silent
A constant fog overcast
Almost haunted
My brain is left in the wallows
Written by
Rebecca
911
   Ayesha
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