stained 

The memories leave a sick Feeling in the lining

Of my stomach 

The anxiety bringing me

To my knees 

The world heavy on my 

Shoulders 

Fist clench I challenge you 

To my last fight 

I’m no prisoner to my heart 

I’ll escape the prison 

Of your hell and never look back

I inhale from a cigarette

And blow out the 

Tainted smoke 

For anything that’s inside me

Will escape with my mildew 

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