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Unable To Breathe I Chokingly Gasp For Air

Far as the (ease) severely myopic eyes can see, nothing but polluted atmosphere where skull and crossbones memento mori betokens beware, especially with increasing chronology mortality becomes crystal clear existential crisis yours truly didst despair not so much death itself, but failure (inadequacy) at livingsocial mine life to the hilt plain as day everywhere casual attitude apropos (pertinent personal paradigm regarding aspiring poet) equals laissez faire, hence the following his apt nom de guerre emotionally castrated docile heir. Minimal milestones attained he blithely professes, grants, attests, et cetera as general rule barely squeaked by (think graduating high school) weatherbeaten and rust covered cerebral tool smartly linkedin cogs and wheels buzzfeeding delicate threads didst unspool above mentioned metaphor near perfectly, quintessentially, and realistically virtual extempore description hoopfully edifies thee dear reader figuratively yours truly got swallowed into vortex whirlpool. Maelstrom pitched me to and fro hither and yon into damndest chaos drowned me under dead end zone fiercest storm ever raging across Lake Woebegone stronger than bajillion healthy male primates oozing testosterone empowered with indomitable strength downing ordinarily toxic (even infinitesimal quantity) quinone think beefy hulking Hercules types built powerlifters second to none pulsating pecks, quaking quads, and ripped reputations far and wide known with versatility now smattering of lines constituting this poem I hone. Invisible omnipresent nemesis, (perhaps the Schwenksville Strangler) appears intent on asphyxiating, and simultaneously forcing yours truly to experience unbearable oppression, humiliation, and agitation, whereby joie de vivre extinguished provoking sadness linkedin with remembrance of things past agonizing, kickstarting torturing absolute zero ability to relish the present essentially forced to recollect nasty, short and brutish mailer daemons characterizing diabolical ghosts representing nauseating, and haunting hurtful dirty deeds done dirt cheap courtesy my selfishness verboten fruit tasted within recent past now the bitter aftertaste analogous to Scrooge suddenly horrified about his stingy self.

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Date: 6/8/2025 8:16:00 PM
This is a beautifully constructed micro-narrative. It paints a vivid picture of a luxurious, almost dream-like setting, within which a solitary figure embarks on a personal quest. The poem's strength lies in its ability to evoke a deep sense of wonder and anticipation with very few words, leaving the reader to ponder the nature of the magic being sought and whether it will ultimately be found.
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Date: 6/8/2025 8:11:00 PM
This poem is a deeply personal, intense exploration of anxiety, regret, and the feeling of being overwhelmed by life's complexities and consequences. The chaotic structure, shifting tone, and eclectic vocabulary contribute to a sense of internal turmoil, making the reader feel the speaker's struggle to articulate their profound despair and self-reproach. It's a raw and honest portrayal of an existential crisis.
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