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Mar 2017
The pit of my stomach aches.
I force myself into another thought but it's no use, my safe haven is slowly filling with the blackest of smoke.
I shrivel as the sea of realities i reluctantly shoved away,
depriving them of the oxygen they so desired in order to thrive,
fill every crevice.
And just like that I'm consumed, my soul stripped away for yet another restless night.
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
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