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i wake with a pit in my stomach
i sleep with a pit in my stomach
as i rise and i fall
there's a pit in my stomach
the pit in my stomach
it makes me ill
i cant eat
i cant sleep
i cant drink
not when it's around, not ever
the pit in my stomach is filled with fear
it's overflowing
it's overwhelming
it's overtaking
it consumes me
it eats away at me
it drains me
but it makes me
there's a pit in my stomach
and it's oddly comforting
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the stars were in your eyes 💫 - poetry
Poetrypoetry is one thing that keeps me alive, it keeps me going so here are my poems that i wrote when things felt especially hard 💫
