The past

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It creeps up on you,

starting from your toes,

entangling you with it's twine,

working it's way up,

consuming your heart,

taking over your brain,

no longer able to think,

nothing works,

nothing works,

doesn't matter how hard you try,

how hard you try to move on, 

its stuck,

growing inside, 

taking all your space,

eventually,

no longer able to breath.

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