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pressured down into the muddy core,
the bones broken and muscles sore,
unable to move but feeling pain,
acceptance takes over to remain,
shut eyes tight with only thoughts of self,
how can this be the bottom of mental health,
suffered tortures of unimagined hate,
as this the bottom must be fate,
why now when all was going good,
this is the question easily misunderstood,
when all happening now should make happiness bloom,
to find out from this pain you are in love with doom.