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Aug 2021
Falling into my old habit,
Feels like more,
But less.
I had the world and set it loose,
But somehow I feel a relieve,
A weight lifted off my shoulders,
Blood running down my arm,
Into the palm of my hand,
As the pressure falls off my shoulders,
Onto the ground,
Running off to see another torture.
Written by
beingcoolisaflex
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