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Apr 2019
this black hole
it rips out of my chest
screeching and tearing
i thought i locked it away
it's all too much again
its grip is deadly
lungs collapsing
starry eyes
tunnels tunnels tunnels
there's no escape
it will swallow me whole
no help is here
spinning, swirling
twisting, turning
lost in the abyss
arin
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arin  21/Agender
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   Saskia Campbell
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