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Never ending currents
I am in the sea.
I feel pulled under, my left arm ripped off,
My head so heavy with words of everyone except my own
This world makes me feel like I'm so unusual, that I'm a visitor.
Everybody sees a portion of me, but never all of me.
In an ocean I am drowning, with the way I'm "meant to be" pulling me under
I have fallen into a pit of cement
Wednesday 16th March 2022 3:11 am
Intense
Overflowing like a river
On repeat over and over
I hear it
Too much
I am
Too much
My skin as thin as paper
Too thin
Always set on fire
Reactive in the wind
Too windy
Every day my skull hears my frustration
My ears
hear it from all different voices
Your voices
Stop, I beg my self
From myself
To myself
Too late
Now I hear my voice
Y...
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