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Walking on this

hazy permeable road;

my reactivity

is waging a war

against my morals.

My breath is shallow,

slowing down;

a vengance against

my broken dreams.

The picture of what

used to be

staring back at me

clean, serene,

and drops from my

shaking hands;

shattering my soul to pieces.

The walls inch closer,

trapping me in this

cold, cruel world.

A false sense of security

and the brutal force of reality

sends me over the edge.