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Jun 2016
As much as I try to portray myself as this heartless being,
I know deep down within me that I feel more than anyone,
I feel everything so very deeply,
It is both a blessing and a curse.
I feel to the point where it becomes excruciating,
I feel to the point where I become numb,
I drown in my own ocean,
I slowly suffocate within my own sea,
I breath.
Every breath brings me closer to my death,
With every breath I feel.
A little closer to death,
A little closer to life,
Stuck somewhere in between,
It is my purgatory.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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