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Sep 2020
i'm tired of comforting people
while i feel like i am dying

i am tired of pretending i don't care
while i am swallowed by my thoughts

swimming in a pool of lead
breathing clouds of ammonia

my limbs feel like bags of rocks
my consciousness the world on my shoulders

too self aware for my own good
i wanna be alone
but i wanna be loved
and i can't seem to do either
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  23/F/i'm not really sure
(23/F/i'm not really sure)   
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   Imran Islam
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