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by Stephenie   Jun 16, 2007


Always against you,
Like the wind,
Constantly blowing you down,
The tremendous weight,
That is breaking your back,
Breathe in, breathe out,
But the feeling doesn't subside.
It's there.
Over your shoulder,
On your breath,
You could see it in the dark.
Every night it's there,
Hovering over you.
It's like a cold breath from a ghost,
This ghost will never go away.
When you look in the mirror,
It shatters your soul,
You can't escape.
It starts to take hold.
Give up,
Give in,
There's no turning back,
There's no escaping,
Yourself.

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