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At last

D eep inside my head I loom, E ach day I feel a sense of doom. P eace I cannot seem to find, R each as I might through out my mind. E ach day a herculean task, S ome days I can't put on the mask. S eemingly fine, "I'm good and well" I say with a smile ,as I encounter hell. O ne day I know this too shall pass, N ot long until its over, at last.

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