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Fake earthquakes(ptsd)
Over me there lies a shadow
Dark in color, deep yet shallow
Looming vicious, clouding vision
Pouring down and building prisons
With walls of which you cannot touch
But I still fathom, this and much
It smashes through my daily grind
Taking both my body and mind
Giving burning shaking fits
I’ll sweat enough to drown a fish
Polished bottles calm the shakes
and the mental anguish
Of the fake earthquakes
Dark in color, deep yet shallow
Looming vicious, clouding vision
Pouring down and building prisons
With walls of which you cannot touch
But I still fathom, this and much
It smashes through my daily grind
Taking both my body and mind
Giving burning shaking fits
I’ll sweat enough to drown a fish
Polished bottles calm the shakes
and the mental anguish
Of the fake earthquakes
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