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I feel the thickness in the air;
It pushes down on me.
So many things I can and cannot say;
It pins me to the ground.
Scared of the world outside my home;
My life compressed by fear.
The closest person could be my end;
The anxiety crushes my bones.
Undeserving, rewarded;
Righteousness, persecuted.
Fighting for a free world or just fighting.
Conquering humanity with humanity.
So much weight is added to a delicate system.
Holding me together, or holding me down?