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Bruised

The sound of the rain mimics my racing heart
The thuds in my chest beat against my aching ribs
I am being abused
by the looks of things
it may be fore the best

The oxygen is being robbed from my lungs
and with every breath I cringe
With every clap of the thunder
I begin to unhinge

Lost in what began as pain
I surrender to the darkness
Welcoming it's warmth
I relish in it's tight embrace

The grasp pulls me down
and what once was a tender caress
is now a suffocating hold

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