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this night as i lie down to die…

This night as I lie down to die…
Daddy…  hear my woeful cry…
Mummy…  hold my sweaty hand…
Help me please to understand…
My head alas is all fucked up…
And frankly I don’t give a fuck…
I’ve tried my best to do what’s right
got myself in heaps of shite…
There’s no one here …

pleases…give me advice
I feel like I’m stuck in the vice…
There no one I can trust like you

So,
what the fuck am I supposed to do…
I won’t lie down and be a loser…
Cos u said I should be a chooser…
But I’m all proper out of choices …
and fucked off with my friends
the voices…
So what path do you suggest I take…
When everything in life feels fake…

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

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