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There is a brick on my chest
Every day a tall thin figure steps up to me
And places another brick on the last
Until it is exhausting for me
To even allow my chest to rise and fall
There’s too much pressure
I can’t remove it on my own
So instead I lie there
And let my perfectionism flatten me

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