A dark presence,
Sits on my chest.
Pushing me back,
Into cushions.
Unable to move,
I stare into its empty eyes.
Watching as tears,
Roll down my cheeks.
A dark presence,
Sits on my chest.
Pushing me back,
Into cushions.
Unable to move,
I stare into its empty eyes.
Watching as tears,
Roll down my cheeks.
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