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Bubbles grow inside my chest

Filling every crevice

And negative space with gas

Bubbles grow and multiply inside my chest

Suffocating organs and all the rest

Colored the shade of kind

I have learned there is poison inside

Bubbles pop inside my chest

Lacerating organs and all the rest

With shrapnel disguised as empathy

And obsession living inside of me

Bubbles grow and pop inside my chest

Leaving no free space inside my head

Camouflaged as my desires, my wants and needs

Blinding the self I wish to be

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Veyli

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This poem is beautiful

Thank you 🖤