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Doesn’t back down
Eventually spreads
Presses on my brain
Reaches into my stomach
Elastic black putty
Sounds like doves crying
Slips me red pills
Ironically sunny outside
On the edge
Not a quitter
Written by
Julia  26/Gender Fluid/Texas
(26/Gender Fluid/Texas)   
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