body
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a poem
i can feel it bubbling inside of me.
trying to consume me.
this feeling of loneliness.
of not being enough.
but i don’t want to let it out.
i am afraid of braving my existence without it.
living life without its intrusion.
that i’ll stop being me somehow.
of surviving the devouring.
but i don’t want to let it out.
i will build up my being despite its haunting.
willingly house an aging body.
this roaring belly filled with anxiety .
of cycled trauma.
but i can’t let it out.
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