It's getting harder now to pretend
The ground beneath me isn't shaking
The tremors climbing up my legs like thorny creepers
The tentacle-like darkness wrapping around my organs
Making it harder to focus to breathe to see to function
And I want to give into this... this weakness
I want to drown in this exhaustion
But there's always something
Or someone
That acts like a crutch
Keeping me upright and stopping me from
Surrendering
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