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May 2018
Words sting my reason
Injecting venom of your freedom
Poisoning my poor persistence, you
diffused toxic waste into my
vain

Drugging me once again
To a self-loathing state
Weakening my body as your aura emanate
And suffocate.
And with heaviness
You weigh me down.
And while unable to move
You held me down

Forcing me to think rashly
I couldn't make it
With words of encouragement
I couldn't fake it
And reaching no conclusion
I end it
Enous
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Enous  18/M/South Africa
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