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1d
How quickly we’ve been brought down,
On bended knees, crying please,
Stop the disease, we’ll take off the crown,
To our lives; listening to lies, mantras of self-help tease,
Hope beyond now. Clear the mental fog and refocus.
A poem from the archives.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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