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Drip, drip, drop, drip, drop
The flood never stops
Can't shake this feeling, peeling burning
In my stomach, my gut won't stop churning
This feeling, what is it?
Not depression, not despair, but it won't quit
My chest rises and falls, a shuddering breath takes its toll
My heart stops, a life full of glitter and sun, now hears my call
I scream, scream my lungs out, my feelings seeping
I cry, cry my eyes until they burn, weeping
I contort in pain, everything's dark, a surrounding well
I can't live anymore, I can't live in hell
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Daily slice of Life
PoetryThese are just poems that I've wrote done. We've all had those days, happy, sad, any emotions will be in this book.
