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X Marks The Spot

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X Marks The Spot

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"X" Marks The Spot Skip to content "X" Marks The Spot DIED LIVING Posted on December 12, 2021 December 13, 2021 by Ponderer_With_A_Pen/MisFit_Bounded_By_Word Some days it feels like the walls are closing in No one hears or listens to the pain I am in, I wonder if I am cursed or perhaps I have committed an unholy sin. Always tethered to take the loss, Not even one chance at winning. It’s hard to keep my thoughts in check When all I do is overthink, My mind always has it foot on the accelerator. People who I thought would’ve held me down, Tend to be the ones who has an hold of the knife in my back. I can’t even breathe a breath of fresh air the atmosphere of toxicity, Is all that I live in. Striving to live, yet still I am struggling, Needing help but no fucks giving. In this hell hole I keep sinking, Quicker than quicksand. I am dying to live. Still, I have died living! ©️Xavier J. Frazer Posted in Poetry, Poem, Prose Tagged ...

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