I feel a gnawing weight on my shoulders..
A growing moment by moment... Drop by drop sensation in my being.. the impending feeling of despair that chews away like a beast that chews at the sinew of its prey.. the boils away the calmness within.. the gnawing pit within.. the way a dog gnaws on a bone in a relaxed manner, slowly making it cease to be..
The gnawing burning sensation that washes over my core.. growing with each breath. Thia exhausted feeling that I lumber around in, this exhausted expression that I continue to pretend in.
The whitewashed facade of pretension and fraud... The mask of a pretender.
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