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Its Pressure

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The pressure of a boulder crushes bone-
My ribs into my lungs. I am the drone
That walks, aimlessly, into the flame
Of my destruction. It is where I came
From. This pit of midnight has no escape.
I am caught. Hidden behind a cape
Of insecurities. Of fear that grows stronger
And a sadness that grows longer
With every breath I take. What I am
Cannot be defined. I am not a lamb
Led to the slaughter. So I do not follow
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