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7d
i slip, i slide
down this spiral of despair
it *****, it sinks
swarming all around me

stirring up feelings
of shame and scorn
already barely suppressed
it bursts, it spills

it burns, it aches
every fiber of my being lit up in pain
sore from life's beatings
and my own mistakes

i tremble, i shake
wracking my body with shivers
is it the fever? is this withdrawal?
i was always destined to fall

are things falling into place
or am i just falling apart
i bend, i break
into a thousand useless pieces
wrote this a year ago but still feel the same. funny how things never change. added some verses but what's the point? nothing's new.

april 2, 2024 — july 15, 2025
helia
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helia  27/F/PH
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