It comes like a peaceful breeze
Carrying you places you never thought you’d reach
Peace. Silence. Softness.
But it ends
The scars start to ache again
The air turns to smog
And you choke on your own confidence
The aspiration you once thought would guide you turn into the screams
It leads you down to the depths of your own mind
Slugging through the bogs
Drowning in the thoughts
Constrained by nothing but my own self loathing
Dragging myself deeper into my own self
Down the rabbit hole
Alone
Without anyone to love
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