pressure
pain ,pressure it knows no ends no bounds it just begins. it slithers up into your end and creates a dome where once there was none , sithes into your pit into your soul and takes a hold almost like a choke hold. never letting go it winds itself upside down and slithers out without a sound. a wall it touches with no end and ryme and rythme with no beginning and no end. manuascript crinkles with blood and creeps into its pages and writes again a story with no end.one with pain and no let up and with abuse and setting up for failure and for pain ,with this she knows no gain.
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