Panic,
feeds the,
hunger,
lessens the,
pain.
The vein under my eyelid pops and throbs,
but there's nothing I can do.
I live so heavy hearted
with the aspirations of greatness,
but the fear and disappointment swallow me whole.
My greatest self worth,
lives in a former life.
What did I do to deserve this in-effective continuity running through my bones?
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