Crushing pressure
breath is gone
drowning.
Wishing it to stop.
Slow.
Heavy weights,
unmovable in entirety.
Faking the motions.
Masking the shivers.
Struggling to hold.
21.6.10
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Here are some poems I wrote. They may not be any good, but they are mine. The abstract appeals to people in different ways. Thankyou ^.^
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