The grey clouds rest above my head
rain pouring down as the body shakes like an earthquake
the pressure feels heavy to handle
like the last spark of fire fading from a candle
You try to forget it, you really do
yet it sticks.
Unable to be erased.
Unable to displace.
Even if you apologize,
even if you beg,
there's no point in staying,
if it'll just leave you there,
dead.










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