These thoughts attack and beat me.
I struggle to breathe,
they suffocate me.
I try to scream,
they silence me.
I listen for anything else,
for another voice or sound to save me,
but they are much too loud
to be anything but deafening.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
