A burden on my mind, stealing breath away,
Heaving, struggling in that solitary
Fray.
Rushes upon my face, an overwhelming wave.
I'd welcome it, if not for the lingering shame it engraves.
"A feeling that always catches me off guard when I lie"
(Only slightly exaggerated)
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
