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My black bitch The mania slips through the cracks
depression crawls through,
my mind is torn, and the voices are back
I don't know how to cope
so I'll sit here,
telling you I'm fine
while the furthest
is true
The voices...
Somewhere behind the louds cruel ones, there is a soft gentle voice that is our own spirit. This is the one we work to hear.
(I only say these things because I can relate and these ideas have helped a lot.)
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