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Nov 22
it’s a heavy feeling
wanting to die
i get wrapped up in it
caught in the rain with it
buried six feet under it
it’s a heavy feeling
when it is just me
and this
pounding, screeching
in my head:
how could there be
any space for my living
when already
i am holding hands
with my death?
Written by
indi  23/F/somewhere in the sea
(23/F/somewhere in the sea)   
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