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Poem: Pressure

In and out and back

again, And again the days begin, they

pile, And pummel, and push push push and you

can’t see an end in sight, It clutches your bones in the dead of night

and heart is tangled, heart’s on mend, it skips and skips there is no end.

Breathe breathe breathe you are okay although it doesn’t feel that way.

Stop.

Breathe.

You will falter and fail and die but today,

Today is not that day.

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