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slowly eating me
is something i can not see
or touch, or feel
or smell, or hear

save me
whatever i do, i can not flee
it follows me everywhere
i can not destroy it, i swear

my perspective changed
yes, it ranged
too much for me to handle
like im inside a dark room and someone blew a candle

the never ending thoughts of harm
i always feel cold and never warm
feels like im alive
but what they did not know is i can't survive

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