Step, step, step, stop. [mental health poem]

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Step, step, step.

I'm here, I'm not well.

Step, step, step.

At this place that I call Hell.

Step, step, step.

It isn't really hell.

Step, Step.

But it makes me wanna yell.

Step, step.

I don't have comfort here, no shell.

Step, step.

Inner confliction, I have to quell.

Step.

My want to scream, dispel.

Step.

Save me, for this place I call Hell,

Step.

This is where part of my "family" lives, so well.

Stop.

One of them is the reason I cal it Hell.

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