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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry

Born | Poem

Here I am; alive and in sense,

It’s the lies I tell around,

The truth, Deathra; I’m in pain and hopeless.

You told me

Some are born to bear pain and write,

Were you talking to me that night?

©sjwordsmith

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