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i tried to be quiet
i tried to be still
i tried to keep my sanity at will
a minute or two
an hour too
yet my hands reached for another pill

i feared the days
i feared the nights
i feared the stuff that made me ill
as days and weeks
as a year passed by
when will my thoughts haunt me till

abuseanxietydeathdeepdepressionrhyme

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Beata Agustin

January 14, 2025 at 8:18 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.