Sometimes I am so scared it feels like I can't breathe.
I used to be a fighter, defending what I believe.
Somedays I just want to tear off this skin,
Let it pour out all that black poison within.
Draining the essence, the centre, the deadly core.
Draining and flowing from every single pore.
Sick to the stomach and trapped in endless time,
Held in distress, I have forgotten what's mine
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