My meds give me a boost,
But the odds are stacked against me.
I know I'm going to lose.
I have to keep pretending.
"Run, run, run."
It tells me,
"Stay, stay, stay."
My medicine will say.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
