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Another poem. I seem to be writing about one a day now. I guess it's a good vent?

I feel so broken

My heart is heavy

It fills my chest,

Weighs me down and

Pulls me apart.

At night I feel it,

Insomnia ruling,

Tossing and turning.

My world is small,

Limited and protected,

Trapping me here,

Without help and

Without freedom.

The End

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