Poems from Astod

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Writer, poet and self-proclaimed therapist.
I am suffocating.  The elephant in the room is breathing all the oxygen  and my lungs have become too weak to function anymore. The tiles...
I look at those with simpler mindsand simpler life's and think to myselfyou have not seen circumstanceuntil it's hung around your necklike...
I tried to find myself inside you. I crept my way into your bones and implanted myself into your memory, but it was never enough to keep...
Feeling things were never easy for me-The ticking hands of the clock without you next to menudged my body into something I couldn't...
Please don't break. Not again. Hold it together, you've done so welldon't let the presence of deathupon your doorstep bring you down. The...

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