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Nov 2014
I sense my palpitating heartbeat
My sweaty palms
Eyes bloodshot; when you look into them all you can see is bitter pain

Blindly crawling, ****** kneed, trembling
Head burning; a ball of flames
Restless nights, no escape from this
imaginary insane asylum

It kills me slowly, day by day
It strips me of any hope I may have
It makes my sweat run cold
This is terror at its worst.
Lili
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