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18h
Days where talking feels heavy
Forlorn figure in a unlit room
Both are certain  
A dark space within a dark space
Infinite yet short
Colossal weight on the spine
And warm shivers radiating
It’s size is invisible yet unbearable  
It will mangle souls
A perfect image of itself
“It’s only temporary” they said
But it’s agonising anyway
Written by
Batboy  19/M
(19/M)   
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