more often than not, i'm plagued and suffocated by this black piece of cloth. and it tightens its grab on my neck every single day but i can't speak about it i can't do anything about it but left to be strangled.
i am dying a slow death.
i wish someone somehow knows this pain and understands what i'm really trying to say.
with the right things to tell me too.
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