Looking out of the car window

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My heart heavy and weighs me down and the light lump that lives in my throat stays until I go to bed and continues on when I wake up. my body aches to move and to merely breathe wracks my body as shake and my heart moves up to my throat. It stays there for days on end until It turns into a frog. One I force to stay down until the perfect moment, where I'm all alone in my bed in my safe haven of darkness. as I let it out onto my pillow, it becomes wet and stained. Then I end it. As I drift into my dreamless slumber, my heart weighs just as much as before.

- When I am sad