Fog enters my lungs,
Enters my mind,
Leaves my mouth and fills the air around me.

Fog stays in my brain,
Stays in my cells,
Slowing my days.

Fog takes away the sadness,
Takes away the anxiety,
Kills the stress.

Fuck fog.
I need clarity.

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