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E B
Poems
Jan 2020
two thousand seventeen
it's like a sumo wrestler is on my chest
so heavy that my ribs have started to break
it's like four walls closing in
never to see daylight again
it's like the sun never shining
the birds never chirping
the leaves never falling.
its like dying
but slowly.
some days my vision goes
some days my heart stops
somedays I'm so faded I could faint.
it's like drowning when there's only three yards left to the shore.
some days
you fall hard.
harder then you've ever thought,
harder than you've ever fought.
HARDER -
when all you wanted was to be okay.
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