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Feb 2019
i feel my chest pound like its going to cave in
i feel my heart start beating fast yet again
i cannot breath
i cannot conceive
a single thought that is on my mind
like its on repeat as it grinds
i cant control my thoughts
they have me in chains like i was bought
i do everything i can to not think about things
but they have me ******* in all of their strings
so they eat me alive
no matter how hard i try to thrive
i keep them in books up high on that shelf
until im just a shadow of my former self
help
grace anthony
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grace anthony  17/F/Washington
(17/F/Washington)   
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