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Twinge. Twinge. I cringe at the thought of it.
This pain of fear will always reside here.
Deep withing me I find no cure.
No way out I remain unsure.
Lost in the wooded dream,
Ou of desperation I scream.
Shout for help, in this labyrinth I fell.
What only time can tell?
If I can make it out alive,
If I can ever be revived.
But the pain shakes me,
Awakes me from this nightmare's dream.
The whisper of sin into my ear,
Ana is back again I fear.
The pain starts deep within.
Creeping gently into my stomach.
That shooting glitch of nerves,
All because I chose to starve again.
This unbearable pain, I can only cringe....
Twinge. Twinge. Twinge.
Categories: Poetry
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