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Feb 2021
And I guess that is when hell began

You know that feeling?
When you’re going up in a lift or an elevator
But the lift is full of blue fire
And you’re convinced
No one ever loved you
And you can’t remember
How
To ******* breathe

It was a bit like that.
My hands still shake sometimes
Johnny Dust
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   Imran Islam
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