Amy Kerswell (04 06 1987 / Bath UK)
Am I alone
I get this funny feeling inside.
It comes from deep inside.
When all I want to do is run and hide.
It's like a down ward slide.
My quack calls it depression.
Some of my family say its just me.
Some call my pysco.
Others call me weird.
But these shit feelings and thoughts.
noone will see.
It's like I'm a different person now.
And the old me just dissapeared.
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