A library of old books on top a burning sea,
The smell of fire, water, parchment and inked calligraphy.
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There is a pit in my chest every once in a while
It fills with cold empty air like a blizzard
It burns my heart with galvanizing abyssal flame
It taunts me, endlessly with an 
antagonising, annoying, anxiety brimmed phrase.
That I don't  understand
It whispers in a foreign tongue 
An eternal story of failure, nostalgia, trauma, fret, 
I don't know. But it wont stop, 
I don't think it ever will. 
There is a pit in my chest every once in a while
But it only lasts a few heart beats, really,
Then it fades until a later time. 
And I breathe till then.