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Feb 2018
I'm buried within the madness
       that collects within every
                                       breath...
Realizing that with ever exhalation
that it feels like your last weave.
But its not, its just another motion
of an illness that others never see.

But judge,
            I have fibromyalgia.
And every breath is woven in pain.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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