Finished: 9/11/2019
77 words
Why do I believe?
Why do I breathe?
Why did I fall?
Why do I feel strange?
Why do I smell something foul?
Why do I feel... Cold?
Cold like those people?
Not that type of cold.
Cold as in you feel weak.
Cold as in your dying.
As in your dying...
Your dying...
And I'm dying...
Which is what you get.
For all the repression I kept.
(Damn that's dark)
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