The pressure builds and the vice like grip tightens. There is no escaping its reach. I wake up and its not there but as soon as I blink it returns, the pressure. It swallows my thoughts as they travel down its throat only to be lost forever. That fucking pressure it leans on my neck as I try to move, and I feel it trying to blacken my mind. The pressure. If its not coming from within its coming from those around me. Do this, be this, feel this. All they want is for me to be "happy", then they pile their pressure on me as well. All those little vultures picking on my brain because its half dead, black with pressure. Barely any life left, just mounting pressure. Implosion is my only option left. The only way to save myself and release the pressure.
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