It's a thickening fog
To where I go
A place far beyond
Where anything grows
I labor to breathe
The air is concrete
Each second passing
No hope for retreat
Walls have no cracks
Captured within
Misery attacks
Beneath flesh and skin
A darkness invisible
Only known to myself
A soul barely livable
Begging for help
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