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Jan 2018
The walls cave, whilst the ground seems to grow.
Enough room for a hundred men,
yet with no air to breathe.

I glance around at all the space i so desperately desired,
coming to terms with the idea that the more, in fact,
does not imply the merrier.
One can be given water the width of an ocean,
yet only have the shallowest of waters
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
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