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April 20, 2020
We bend the rules, we cross the bar,
and go a little bit too far.
We turn the key, we enter in,
that private room – it is a sin.
We stretch the truth, we tell a lie,
to impress our peers, oh me, oh my.
We weep for others, we share their pain.
It helps us keep, our own head sane.
We smile, we laugh, and onward go,
and for the world, put on a show.
We dig a hole, we downward fall,
when lies exposed, shit hits the wall.
We dip and delve, we recall names,
and resurrect, the same old flames.
We visualise, we second guess,
what isn’t said, in times of stress.
We overthink, we take a gulp.
We beat ourselves, sometimes to pulp.
We agonise, we sit and wait,
until depression, lifts it’s gate.
written by
Harriet Blackbury.
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