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Nov 2021
I have a mental illness and I have no quirks I want to do something but nothing works I just sweat it hurts so bad I think of all the times I had. There's nothing keeping me here I have no drive I cannot steer I cannot lie I cannot cry may as well kiss it all goodbye. Depression hammers at my heart as loud as a hammer that pounds nails it tears me apart. There is no way out gotta keep moving forward and act like I'm free but all the things I've done and let others do to me is draining and suffocating me. Despite all the dread I had a dream I was in a bus and it crashed and I helped save people and this is the type of person I am in my head.
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     old poet MK and misha
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