Now begins the pain. The feeling of being stabbed in the neck over and over. I cant breath, I reach for help but no ones there. I now know its my time to go.
feeling of isolation, and not fitting in, very dramatic.
I sense all your pain off of these lines...
your poems all resonate the same crushed spirit, sad desperation.
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