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Jun 2019
Suffering within the time,
Suffocating the life out of me,
Crushing on my bones,
Making sure I cannot breathe..

This so call life we're living in,
Killing every inch of me,
The job I am doing,
Taking a toll...

Depression starting over again,
Anxiety hitting through the roof,
Eyes swelling up,
Feeling a little blue..
Not actually going through this. It's just something from the past.. the past makes great poetry..
Mythical
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     Pagan Paul and Bogdan Dragos
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