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My heart is best decribed
as being a bird in a bottle,
with fleeting wings beating
against glass lungs.
It sits on the border
of yesterday's panic
and tomorrow's desperation,
The darkness surrounds me
The light grows faint
I'm falling endlessly
Engulfed in pain
I can feel the cooling touch
The air whisps by
Falling into this abyss
I soon become blind
