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Consumed
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Poetry Everyday I'm consumed with emotions
Thinking about taking elixirs or potions
I see most my days dreadful and bleak
It's hard to fight when you feel so weak
Some people are filled with anonymity
Trusting them was my own stupidity
My loved ones don't like seeing me hurt
But I just sit here aware and inert
Everyday it gets harder to breathe
I just need to brake free and leave
I feel alone when it comes to matters such as this
So I'll sit here wondering why these matters exists
