He sat exhausted –
Done with it,
This never ending storm.

He knew what he felt,
Wasn’t what young feel –

Ironically,
He’d felt this – many times over
With suppressed feelings and ideations
Living in a haunted darkness

Mental breakdowns – unstructured
(He hoped they’d follow the Fibonacci series,
He could then prepare)

There were moments – alone
Often sad and red eyed

(He’d put on – “Everything’s fine” face,
And go about life, like nothing was wrong)

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