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Exposed?
(A) decade squandered in dread lost to shadows that never asked permission.
(N)egativity seeped in, a silent trespasser carving itself into my marrow.
(X)-rays reveal nothing, yet the ache hums beneath my ribs like a buried scream.
(I) stir in constant panic, clawing at the edges of a moment unraveling in my hands.
(E)ntrapped by an existential shadow, pressing against bloodshot eyes like a veil of lead.
(T)ortured by potential, by shame, by echoes of what will never be spoken.
(Y)earning for escape, but the exit is a mirage, dissolving before I can touch it.
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Aarron Tuckett
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