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LOSING ALL OF ME
LOSING ALL OF ME
Written by Alana Cheng
I’m feeling like the walls are slowly closing in on me, as feel like I’m losing all of me, and it’s getting harder and harder to see, where anything that matters to me, are becoming smaller and smaller in size, as it doesn’t take too much for me to suddenly realize, the feeling of recognizing just how lost I’ve ever been, to feel like I’m suddenly losing all of me, with so much that has been slowly closing in on me, and to leave me with nothing more of any room to breathe, with nothing at all to help put me at ease, as it all just feels like a cruel joke of something that has always been so tragically sadistic to make me feel so mercilessly claustrophobic, of losing all of me, in the strange disillusion, to the imagery of this delusion, with a trace of this collusion, of a devastating magnitude of this seclusion, with a horrendous collision of reality, to so quickly blind me, with the matter of any case to this decision of a rendering light of some kind of miraculous fusion, of something to feel like I’m losing all of me to the black hole of devastation and misery, of all that is so masterful and playful in its own way, all together at once in the feeling of how the walls are closing in so slowly and so surely on me, as it’s only getting harder and harder to see, and I feel like I’m starting to blow away with the wind, to feel like I’m letting go so suddenly, and so tragically of feeling like I’m losing myself so completely, but somehow I am still hoping to not be everlastingly stuck in my own tragic touch of misery, even when I’m feeling like I’m slowly and surely losing all of me.
