Sadness by Katt

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It tightens around your throat like a noose
Distorts your feelings like a handful of pills
Throws off your center like too much whiskey
Hammers your head with a bang like a gun pressed to your temple
It cuts off your breathe like too much smoke
Breaks your soul like a fist to a mirror
And opens up your mind like a razor to your skin. 

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