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Maybe, 
I’m just one of those people who can’t get over it,
I consume my meds-itation, 
I’m so goddamn sick of it. 

Every,
Time my anger flares, I become mired
In mind-less-ness
I’m so fucking tired.

I
Can’t get better, normal, well,
Invisible sick-ness
The waves, muddy, continuously swell.

Life,
Its sediment rises and swirls,
There’s a chance
To get better, for my girls.

It used to be,
We versus another. 
Now, I barge, storm, break, choke,
Vampire, and smother. 

Assign,
The burden, all the blame
This disease
Continues to change.

Together,
We battle, moving front
All the finer points
Now worn, blunt.

Wake
Up to another day,
There’s so many things,
I want to say.

If,
I keep going I’ll have the chance,
Renewed incentive,
Life is nothing, if not a dance.

Small moments
New laughter
Catching up
Somewhat faster.

Today,

Sit,
Compassionately,
With
All
My
Selves

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