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Move Me Poetry

My Agoraphobic tendencies

Photo by Anderson Rian on Unsplash

It’s kind of terrifying confronting my existence
My bedroom a graveyard where I can’t escape
Every breath I take barely meets subsistence

The four walls around me I scrape
I don’t think I can go the distance
From my bed to my door that isn’t agape




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I’m not really sure why I write, I always hated it in school and now I use it to convey what I don’t feel like I can say out-loud, enjoy.

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