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Dec 2014
I speak, but I can't because words fail me

I jump, but I'm always pulled down by gravity

I reach, but an invisible voice tells me I'm too small, don't even try

I cry, but my tears are parched and dry

I scream, but all that comes out is air

I bleed, but the bleeding is clogged

I run, but the farthest I get is to the floor

I gasp. This can't last.

Time is my enemy.

How to not disgrace my existence? what resistance is stopping me besides myself?
Vincent R Pentane
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Vincent R Pentane  Liverpool
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