My rant is through poems

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The moon has set twice since that day,
My breath has been heavier since,
My chest is filled with weight,
My eyes are always on verge,
And my body had never felt so weak.

I slept during the day,
Then cried in the dark room with the moonlight nowhere to be seen.
Your words of consolation ironically felt like knives,
Making my heart bleeds more than it already was.
While the text I exchanged with her,
Made my eyes burn,
With guilt trapping me in its arm.

My words are through this poem,
My story flows in those who understand this.
This poem became my voice when I fail to find ways to speak.
With tears in my eyes, I prayed this ends.

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