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Untitled 5

A Poem by ambur

Food and sleep are no longer necessities;
They’re chores and I’ve not the energy.
It’s relief and a desire to feel something
Less than drowning, merciless existence.

© 2023 ambur


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yep. sometimes it feels exactly like that. Breathing is a chore too and so is pissing. It all just gets to be a bit much after a while. Even writing poetry...more a burden than a joy anymore.

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