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Jun 2023
Tears may trickle & dry, but they live a trail,
The blood may leak from within, but it makes a lump on the chest.
Battles may be fought in the forest, but flags are raised openly,
So are my struggles, like cold weather in Africa,
They peak during the night and leave mist in the morning,
I hope I'll be a victor beforeΒ myΒ demise.
This is a poem of a person battling depression, calling for help and hoping someone sees the red flags being raised by his behavior pattern. The person is also hoping that he wins the battle against depression.
Tinashe Anderson Maburu
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Tinashe Anderson Maburu  26/M/Harare, Zimbabwe.
(26/M/Harare, Zimbabwe.)   
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