bricks

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as I lay there helplessly, your words weigh on me. every syllable, every letter is just another brick placed onto my chest. but I can't do anything about it, because I know what you say is true. the pounds build up, pushing down on my lungs and my heart and my soul, crushing me from the inside out. impossibly, after you're done speaking, it gets heavier. the bricks are inside my head, crushing my mind, repeating over and over again what you said and what you called me. just one more night I'm left with no room to breathe.

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