Sick

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The mucus fills me like anger. It keeps coming back.

 The breathing is harsh. Like when I'm having an anxiety attack.

The coughing, it just won't stop. Like the brutality of the people of this earth.

The head pounds furiously. Much like when I deal with stress.

I'm sick. The world is too. People are mucus and scum waiting to be blown out. All they do is cause pain.

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