Black Dress Comments

Black dress, pressed tight against my chest, it is a threat, but i need to look my best
Black veil plays merry go round with my neck, I stand on a deck while I am slowly losing my precious breaths
Black dress makes my head unbearably heavy, my breaths are too shallow; my eyes are dry and weary
But my eyes manage to still look dreary and I can still hear the faint murmurs of what is inside my chest
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