Dining with the Demons Still
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I was inspired to write this poem, as of late, by my experiences with mental illness. Nowadays, it seems as if I can never escape. I was really unhappy. Words came out and this poem was formed.
Anyhow, I would love any comments or critiques. Thanks.
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