suffocation
A Poem

I thought
that if I could find a way
to be smaller and smaller
the pain would
have no room
to live anymore
withering away
instead of me
but it just became denser.
I thought
that if I could find a way
to be smaller and smaller
the pain would
have no room
to live anymore
withering away
instead of me
but it just became denser.
--
my poetry workshop
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