Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams (30/11/1994 / Birmingham)
Name the thing that is my depression?
The thing I'd like to burn away?
'Well, cancer paitents often name their 'lump' to help them cope? '
Isn't this different?
This is me...
The thing at my very root, causing me hell.
It doesn't deserve a name.
It's not good enough for a name.
I'm not good enough for my own name.
Why should it get a name?
I don't understand..
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