trying to get back to a weight you were already at is just so fucking depressing
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Some days I wonder
if the poetry
has run-off
and left me
because I’ve become
so mean
inside
where
the voices rumble
clashing with the rush
of blood
and thunderous heart
without the companion
of euphoria and grandiosity
to distract from the
incessant cacophony
covered in sandpaper skin
each breath
each breath
each breath
a monotonous echo
Angela Minard©
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