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Like a serpent   it tears through me; Conducting   my body in turns   and twists, as it pleases,   as the warmth pools in pits   in my stomach, my gut   tells me to ***** I feel detached. Forever lost in a void,   the empty space of a thought   that I truly am alone. "Help!"   I yell, over and over and over   like a damsel in distress. I am too tall, too dull. my body is too far   for me to reach and grip   and curl up and pity   who I used to be   and who will I become,   after the blue light of my phone   dies down and falls   down through the sewer hole   in London Soho. And all the while I stand,   unforgiving of the past,   erasing my name on documents   but still looking back at Them. I'm always gonna look back. I'm never gonna escape Hell.   and while Hell is Paradise   and Paradise is Purgatory,   and the choice is mine,   but I will never be able to decide; Is it better to die   or to die and keep dying,   until I am reborn and never   seen again by the Neighbours   next door   who last saw me drinking coffee   and reading a poem.
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Past, Present, Future
Like a serpent   it tears through me; Conducting   my body in turns   and twists, as it pleases,   as the warmth pools in pits   in my stomach, my gut   tells me to ***** I feel detached. Forever lost in a void,   the empty space of a thought   that I truly am alone. "Help!"   I yell, over and over and over   like a damsel in distress. I am too tall, too dull. my body is too far   for me to reach and grip   and curl up and pity   who I used to be   and who will I become,   after the blue light of my phone   dies down and falls   down through the sewer hole   in London Soho. And all the while I stand,   unforgiving of the past,   erasing my name on documents   but still looking back at Them. I'm always gonna look back. I'm never gonna escape Hell.   and while Hell is Paradise   and Paradise is Purgatory,   and the choice is mine,   but I will never be able to decide; Is it better to die   or to die and keep dying,   until I am reborn and never   seen again by the Neighbours   next door   who last saw me drinking coffee   and reading a poem.
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
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