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#WritcoPoemPrompt59
My breath abate, a panicked state
as my mind turns into an endless rift
where all my thoughts wind up adrift.
I tremble and fall, worried if I made the best call. My chest tight, my joints sleight, and drowning in everyone else's might.
I want to survive, I want to fight.
But how can I if I'm never right?
© Bird in a Cage
My breath abate, a panicked state
as my mind turns into an endless rift
where all my thoughts wind up adrift.
I tremble and fall, worried if I made the best call. My chest tight, my joints sleight, and drowning in everyone else's might.
I want to survive, I want to fight.
But how can I if I'm never right?
© Bird in a Cage
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