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apprehension spreads throughout my being like a lethal disease,
suddenly, my days start to go in a blurr and I barely try to speak
sooner or later, as the contamination makes it's way to my lungs;
self-abhor drains all the air out and my mind leaves me slumped
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
