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Feb 2022
i am laying in my
cold white blankets
with my eyes open
   all I can see is grey
i smell nothing but rotten
thoughts and bones
  i‘m trapped inside this body
this room, this life, and
i feel so weak,
so worthless,
even breathing hurts
ilias
Written by
ilias  19/F
(19/F)   
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     jdmaraccini, Traveler and TSPoetry
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