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behind the locked door,
i was throwing up my guts.
with myself i felt disgusted,
laying on the floor.
my anxiety was eating me alive,
worsening more and more.
i could never understand,
what i had done to deserve this life.
not all was miserable,
though my body constantly ached.
my mind was whirling,
my spiraling thickened.
things were falling into place,
me, my depression and I;
through light and dark,
we were never apart.
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