Inside me.

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A series of poems that I've written about depression. Daha Fazla

Inside me.
Growing.
Five senses.
Too much
Consumed.
Want.

I want to escape.

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It calls my name

While I try to sleep

Keeping me up

To dawn's bright day.

I don't know how

To escape it.

I don't know what

It wants.

All I know is

I just can't take it.

Or at least not much more.

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