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Dec 2014
it's a compulsion
everything inside
is crumpling
    falling apart
         caving in
            for
                g
              e
           tt
         i
       n
    g
what it felt like
to continue.
it's a trigger
where it can't be
fixed or fought,
it just has to happen
and then you
cope
and
try
to push past it
and pretend like
at any moment
you won't  
collapse
in the hurricane
of emotions that
hurl through your body
and pulse through
your veins.
falling
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falling
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