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Familiar Stings
The weight inside my chest
Those words, they made a mess
My mess.
The heaviness is dragging me down
Making my shoulders sag
Making me cry and gag
Over the repeated phrase
Over your undefeated gaze
What was once a sunny haze,
But the clouds are here
And the overwhelming fear
That it’ll rain at any given moment.
That the painn in my chest will collapse within itself
The already tender glass breaking
Shattering into a million pieces
Spreading all over my body
The shards slicing through my muscle
Making me weak, stuck in a blue haze.
Or maybe the the weight already came crashing through.
Maybe my insides are shattered
But I’m just used to the sting.

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I wrote this at midnight the night before a track meet.