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Dec 2020
I'm out of breath,
Yet the pain doesn't come.
I keep falling over,
But it's just for show.
I crawl out of hell,
Yet I get pulled right back.
I try to move forward,
But I know I'm stuck.
No one is here,
They all keep me out.
Nobody cares
About what I shout.
Your warmth had died out
A long time ago.
You're cold like a knife,
Landing in my throat.
Maciej Cacha
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Maciej Cacha  19/M
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   Jeremy Stacy
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