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Drifting slowly into my stooper,
My mind begins to wander,
My thought begin to blend.
My anxious feels and Intrusive thoughts
They seem lesser, softer, and minute by minute I relax into a soft wurr.
As my eyes begin to droop
And my head feels heavy,
I struggle to read my screen as I right this
Light seems bright and sounds, so loud,
But nothing can hurt me now as I slowly drift.
Sleep awaits...
Tommorrow is a new battle,
A new torment,
A gamble..
But for now I sink
Into my quetiapine dream.
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*~Michelle~*
cool poetry !!
Thank you 💚
by ☆Arc4ci4™️☆; ; Report