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Finding it hard to just breathe today,
Feeling the pull of my muddled brain tick a certain kind of way.
Down these slippery slopes we’ve slithered before,
Into shaded melancholy, encapsulating me like a smooth encore.
I know these damp walls and I’ve sat long in this well of darkness…
If only I could climb the ladder and remember where to flick the light switch.
My thoughts cascade down hopeless holes and narratives fast,
Trying to grip on to some senseless reality, without a care whether it will last.
I stare into a dusty mirror, watching myself wince in invisible chains;
I’m not insane, I’m not insane, I’m not insane, I’m not insane.
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