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Mar 17
I am choking on the present
Nothing really feels the same
Frozen in time, my soul said it
Drowning in eternal shame
But it ends when I turn back on
Start my day over again
Reappear and I respawn
I feel a sharp yet subtle pain
I wish my life was not by Dice
And I could be truly free
But like the game of cat and mice
The word for it is it's ******
Hope it won't be me that ends
With someone stepping on my neck
Maybe reality bends
To keep us from a fated wreck
Written by
BoringBoy  19/M
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