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Apr 2024
I lost my mind ,
Or so it seems.
Doused in fear
Of uncertainty.
The mind is small
Yet we think so big.
And here I lay
In the grave I dig.
As one small nudge
And I’m ready to blow.
Losing myself ,

Now out of control.
Chelsea Quigley
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Chelsea Quigley  23/F/Waterford
(23/F/Waterford)   
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