Mount Elizabeth

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Tired of looking up
But the air is more abundant
On this side
The pangs of life
Suffocate the chambers
Of the garrison
Left unprotected.

 Note: Inspired by my time at Mt. Elizabeth Emergency Room. I was in so much pain.

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