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Claustrophobia

like the roof overhead falling in
the walls closing in
choking .
struggles .
all in vain.
only pain to look forward to.
and tears .ripe,heavy.
numbed by grief.
shame.guilt.pride.love.
underwater, and still alive.
like a billet-doux.
torn .rejected.
a certification to show how much i love you.
an eye .open.
the other ..narrowed.
fear-suspicion?
i don't care anymore.
moving ahead and letting go.
compromise? or beasts of burden?
a big gaping wound
and an eternal scar
that refuses to heal.

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