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You lied,

Cheated,

Screwed around.

Dropped shit,

From the highest height.

You pissed on me,

You pissed me off.

Looked down on me.

Frowned at me,

Walked over me,

Wiped your fucking feet on me.

Used abused,

Ignored and bored

Fell asleep and snored

Took for granted

Then blamed me…

My P.M.T.

but now I see

It wasn’t me

I drank to drown my sorrow

And my sorrow swam to happiness…

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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