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The weight of my sorrows no man can lift,
The size of my heart which is starting to shift.
The heights of anxiety make me manic,
The lengths that I would go to cure these panics.
My emotions are at full capacity,
Trying to decipher happiness’ anatomy.
As my soul harbours in a forlorn dimension,
Waiting for a celestial being's guided ascension.
Wednesday 3rd March 2021 9:03 am
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