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Awaiting Freedom
I seek myself
Fighting demons in my head
I fight a battle daily in my head
These voices in me try to bring me down
Saying I'm not good enough
My chest aches
As though a stone presses on me
My lungs gasp with stifling air
Feeling short of breath
I suffocate with my head barely above water
As much I may try to avoid it
It always finds me in the quiet
Robbing me of...
Monday 24th January 2022 8:18 am
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