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Hidden

Her hidden disease
controls her soul,
that voice she battles
with dilly dallies
in her mind,
like drops of rain on
a hazy rainy day,
she leans her head back
while screaming into
emptiness pulling
her own hair,
begging for relief from
the manic episodes
that fuel her.
Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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