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Sep 2021
I wrote every last word that had settled onto my mind,
listened to every podcast with the word “depression” in its title,
“These thoughts cannot haunt me”
I whispered dauntingly into my pillow.

through the pain I had self inflicted,
to the trauma I have always written
at the end of the day,
the only person left standing was in the mirror
Alexander
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Alexander  F/New York,
(F/New York,)   
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