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Jun 2022
Wine blurs the chaotic mind,
for all the answers I can't find.
Anxiety on top of anxiety,
sleep is the only escape this time.

I used to be able to write,
but my mind is haywire,
flashing pictures I can't describe.


No excuses for being sad this time.
Everything is fine.
Happy family, bills paid on time.
Car drives, despite the check engine light.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
(25/F/New Jersey)   
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