My mind is sick.

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The grass seems duller,
The air seems less,
My heart is aching,
My hair's a mess.

My head is spinning,
My legs feel weak,
My body's tired,
My voice is meek.

The trees seem hollow,
The dirt feels thick,
Depression's emerging,
My mind is sick.

~S.J. Chance

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