PRESSURE
Things for me is just an illusion of a life of what the truth of a life,a mission of what will or is meant of this illusion of a truth of all this meaningless struggle I carry on,an ongoing lie of what consumes me in this hole I am trapped,feeling more pressure of being buried only deeper in this trap,a struggle of this illusion that is a lie of my own truth of this fear I carry.This is what keeps me stuck in a reality that has made this illusion of a place I can't run from this place is where I feel safe and yet struggle with ongoing pain?PRESSURE
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