mental abscess

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I have, without even seeing my decline, fallen....
    no light is visible from these depths.
An avalanche, mudslide, rush of blinding white light suffocate me,
Like concrete slabs stacked one atop the other.

Blood flows despite the tourniquet tied around my neck,          
life seeps out below.


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