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A flood. A torrent. An endless pouring of doubt. It fills. It consumes. It chokes and kills. You don't see it. But it's felt. Inside the depths of my chest. I'm dying. It's strangling. It continues to press. I try and fail to breath And the funniest part? I put on a smile and make a joke. And no one seems to see.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Doubt is a quite death.
A flood. A torrent. An endless pouring of doubt. It fills. It consumes. It chokes and kills. You don't see it. But it's felt. Inside the depths of my chest. I'm dying. It's strangling. It continues to press. I try and fail to breath And the funniest part? I put on a smile and make a joke. And no one seems to see.
ravanna-dee
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
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