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May 2021
My mind is a vessel
That wants me dead.
It ****** me at day,
Rapes me at bed.
Unhinged thoughts,
Has numbed creativity.
Once so optimistic,
Now I doubt my abilities.
This head will bring my end.
A truth, I cannot pretend.
Heavy is the crown,
For a unfortunate man.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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