benadryl | poem

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maybe it's not
the overwhelming
wave of
sadness
that crashes over you
at 1a.m
but maybe
it's the
underwhelming
lack of emotion
that creeps
into your
body
at 1p.m
making what
should be
some of the happiest
moments
dull
and grey
and pulls out
any feeling
from your body
that
is your
cry for help
it is not
what you can deal with
it is
what you don't know how
to deal with
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