It’s the weighted chest pain

That’s hardest to explain 

The interwoven, the lingering

It spins a web across everyday

It’s the fog you learn to see through

Because you can’t get away 

Never the needle in your eye

The thorn in your side

It’s the routine of soft pain 

The clingy sting for life 

It’s the dull ache

Freedom but on a leash

Your mothers kiss with teeth

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