Poetry~* Infected

To think, 
Ive been holding back 
A breakdown 
For a while now. 
Slowly seeping out, 
An infection. 
A wound that never heals. 
Freaking out 
Feeling trapped. 
The only thing that could ever save me, 
Is the very thing 
That hurts me 


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