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This poem is a recreation of how I experience battling my depression and anxiety on a daily basis. As a person who struggles with mental health, not many people understand what it feels like on the inside. How the inside of the mind can have so many whispers that you sometimes feel pulled apart trying to discern the voices. How one memory can lead to another and cause a chain reaction of remembrance by dismembering each memory? How we use our memories to drive our emotion and guide our actions? This is what the mind feels like, when it thinks.