Hello.

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I feel at my worst
When I am all alone,
Because that is when,
Those monstrous thoughts,
Like to say hello,
And I do not want their company,
For they eat at my soul,
Draining what is left,
Of my fragile heart,
And only making my anxiety,
And my depression infuriate.

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