This is not a poem

April 16, 2019

My eyes weigh me, but I can not close them.;

I want to cry, but tears do not come out;

I want to scream, but a knot is born in my throat;

I want to breathe, but I suffocate in pain;

I want to run away, but my legs are destroyed every time I try to move forward.

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