Frosty ice pierced icicles
Frustration and fury burriced deep within
Deep down the hollow
Something trouble me
I tried everything to grasp it
But I end up at the edge in the end
My head is bustling and every noise wants me to end here.
Each breath I take chokes me
And the unknown sadness curles up my knees.
The will to take away my breath grows with each passing second.
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