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Feb 2022
As I write the pain eases
My chest becomes lighter
The constriction like venemous jaws
Circling like a Boa
Tightening
Until I flood the page with my hurt
And it escapes my heart
It's been a few years I've been like this
I miss being that carefree child
Some men don't go to therapy
This is my therapy
Thank you for visiting the shrine of my soul. Thank you for appreciating.
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AS-  23/M/London
(23/M/London)   
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