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it comes in the lonely hours of the morning a suffocating wave of loss that leaves my throat tight chest constricted stomach rolling i didn't think loss could feel physical hugging my knees doesn't help with the tightness i guess but it keeps myself from breaking it's not as good as the feel of your arms but this will have to do.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
when breathing becomes difficult
it comes in the lonely hours of the morning a suffocating wave of loss that leaves my throat tight chest constricted stomach rolling i didn't think loss could feel physical hugging my knees doesn't help with the tightness i guess but it keeps myself from breaking it's not as good as the feel of your arms but this will have to do.
michellejqchen
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
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