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Mar 28
A guttural scream builds and aches
Like a mass in my chest,
Pulling on the lungs
And seizing my throat.
I cannot speak...
Must one be so heavy and worn?
Must the days move so?
Might I be the only soul
Who feels confined to endless repetition?
Curse this incessant, shuffling gait!
Let the sun crust and grow cold!
Let the Earth fall its course!
Let the night and stars and endless space
Take up this weary, tired flesh
And turn it all to stardust
Once more.
Written by
Natalie  17/Non-binary
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