Twenty-eight

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peeling the skin of my lips
my anxieties pulling me deep
cursing the wind and it flows
no one heard it so i continued to sob

the chimes in my head they ring
red flags it always swings
toxicity of my mindset begins
i overthink too much for my own liking

now the black goo consumes me
too sticky to even blink
all my emotion is spilling
i am consumed by myself

-leilei

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