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The sense of spiralling down.


Mentally

Mental illness, like poison for the mind. closing in on me...closing in, one step at a time.

Distorting my every thought, my every move is with caution.

Every distant thought reflected upon so horribly much that it to becomes distorted...


Is all lost for someone like me?


Is all truly lost.....




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Publicerad 2009-07-28 22:04



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