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Animalistic Writing-Uneven

I feel so uneven,
Lumpy,
Bumpy,
Up and Down,
Tossed around.
Thrown to the ground.
I feel sick.
Twisted,
Queasy,
This is not easy breezy.
This is difficult,
Decisions to make.
I cannot fake,
That I’m not stressed,
Pushed to the limit.
I’m sorry to say but I think its time,
We go our separate ways.

via Daily Prompt: Uneven
Uneven

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