The rest of me

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What is this fire burning inside me?

Churning at the pit of my stomach

Filling my lungs with debris

Hard to breathe


Would rather not breathe.

How hard can it be?

Weights on your pinkie

Too much to bear


Asleep for hours

Avoiding your thoughts

But thinking them with higher intensity

Feeling them with every breath


And yet... they're not there

Invisible, unimportant... Ignored

Loathed

Just like the rest of me.

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