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May 2017
I
nothing can describe
this feeling of dread in my chest.

not even the cold wind
or the icy storm coming my way.

nothing can deny
this feeling of despair
in my chest
in my legs
in my whole existence.

nothing may torture me
but my own self.
i made a telegram channel. for rants.
t.me/vagrantthoughts
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