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Solace Nov 2020
My brain tells me
That I am lazy
To which I respond
I am trying my best

Your best isn't good enough
It says back
It's your best too
Is all I can come up with

We have to do this
I tell my brain, frantic
I'm too overwhelmed
It replies

It will only get worse
I plead
My brain doesn't respond
I lay in my bed

My brain shows me
Painful images
I don't want to see those
I cry, begging them to go away

We have to do this
It says matter of factly
I do not respond with words
Only sobs

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