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4d
Silent battles within my head,
dread.

An endless pressure in my heart.
Depart,

From me, you soulless beast.
Feast,

on what you do not own.
Alone,

I feel my chest heave;
breathe,

but I can never shout,
worn-out.
Echo Verse
Bree17
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Bree17  16/F/nonexistent
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       Rose, Abbott J Hardison and Vianne Lior
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