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Ana Sweeney Jun 2020
Half the time I
Don’t even know
If I’m trying to breathe
You in or smoke you out.
Ana Sweeney Jun 2020
Your words
Threads
Woven
Imbedded
Into my skin
It hurts
  Jun 2020 Ana Sweeney
Jarred Karsten
Sometimes love is a bug
That you have caught in a jar
You must let them free
Ana Sweeney Jun 2020
**** this life.
I would’ve been
Better off in another one.
Or better still, not at all.

Year after year of pain.
Grief, heartbreak, abuse,
Depression, illness, loss.

A monotonous, never- ending  
Cycle. Black and white.
All colour that was once there
Has faded, slowly and completely.

I’m utterly done with this
****. Where’s the nearest exit?
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