"i felt i would begin to weep blood." - Anaïs Nin
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it's so hard to breath with
the lump in my throat choking me,
the lump
with it's dead flowers and cage of thorns
the lump
with it's anxious thudding and angry throbbing
i dare not pry my lips apart to speak or whisper to god my desperate pleas
im too afraid what will spill from my tongue,
broken glass and blood,
disembodied confessions of betrayal
from those i love,
admittance of
damnation from up above,
dark wanting like pitch black
tar
wafting from stains on the
lungs
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