surrounding me like flames
burning all my self worth away
pounding down upon my like waves
washing away all my confidence
crushing me like fallen building
my hopes slip away through tears
my fears are unable
to be cried out
since it could clog up my throat
and kill me
I really wanted to add to this story but I didn't know what. So, here's the piece of crap I just wrote.

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The Lemongrass and Willow Trees
PoesíaThe only outside, she has ever seen, is through her window.