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it's not you, it's... yea, it's totally you.

Some days…
I cannot bear another moment of this silent misery.
Tortured within…
Courtesy of my own body.

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My mind betrays me,
it’s chemicals are poisoning every inch of my life, and planted the seed of selfloathing.
Some days I poison it back,
like a counter-curse.

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But most days, I look at my children,
and I cannot imagine it any other way.