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Five months later,

leaving the ward,

staring up at the sun,

and wondering,

‘will my new life

be like my old’.


A year later…

No more suiciding.

A new flat.

Old friends.

New friends.



I look forward

and I look back.

I think and I over-think.

All I can truly say

is that I’m not better,

but I am recovering.

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