when the brain doesn't decide i should live, or i need a bit of pain for a temporary fix
anxiety meds dont help, and a chunk of my personality disappears melting away, never to be seen again.
only you cant find it on a old map
leaving me to chase around in my mind, gone and always forgotten.
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sarah Lou. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks