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                           too proud all my life
                           to rely on medicine
                           to see me through
                           I lay on my own bed

                           now I am broken
                           and left foolish I
                           embrace them to
                           teach me how to
                           practise happiness
                           one wave at a time





breakdown wormhole: letter 080514
depression wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
life wormhole: 1963
living wormhole: poessay VII: // true revolution
practice wormhole: fractured –