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AlarmA palpable panic erupts as the gravity of my solitude becomes apparent / A state so unsettling as it rarely finds you / The buzzing and the ringing and the alarms that forever follow

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Mar 7, 2014

LaughAs he goes to the washroom I sit and stare at my palms / I don’t know what to do / I almost pull out my phone to distract me from myself

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Nov 28, 2011

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