is it my thoughts
that are suffocating me
to have this heavy heart
carried around by
but an empty shell.

or

is it my thoughts
that are clear of
what i want
to only be saddened by
what i cannot have.

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I've been dreaming lately,
they're not decent, not nice.
We die.
Not exactly, but about to.
There is always a companion for me
in those unclear, bad dreams,
and our near future
or rather just mine
is death.
odd.
so is it change that's coming
or am i suppose to break out of this
suffocation?