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Sep 2019
Drowning in oxygen, lungs stuffed with molasses
Heart pumping, but nothing rushes through my veins
Skin crawling with whispers of hands plastered there
I ache, I bend, I break, try to scream but gurgle in vain,
My throat coated thick in tar and shame
I am smaller than myself. this mangled body can't be mine
kat m
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kat m  17/F
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