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Nov 2023
A heavy weight has be placed apon my head
A dark twisted sickness, I don't want to leave my bed
Thoughts keep growing leave nothing but pain in side
I wish to escape my mind, to run away and hide
How did I got from happy in the morning to almost crying tonight
My minds at war and I'm loosing the fight
I can never tell anyone now I truly feel
Because opening up makes them all too real
I don't want the label that's given to people like me
If only I could open up for people to see
Someone to talk to but I cut my self off
Because if I'm seen as week I'm scared they will scoff
I'm the big strong man that's not afraid of dying
But in side this man is a young boy crying
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  21/M/England
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