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I'm drowning.
Choking on air.
Suffocating in the dirt.
I fear I've been buried alive.
The world is eating me up.
I can't breathe here.
In this space of my creation that remains void of your existence
I hate it here.
But....I keep waking up.
I cannot understand why.
I wake up everyday and fail.....everyday.
I hate it here

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