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It begins in our stomach A turning,twisting knot And it makes us fight it The most hopeless fight ever fought It rises to our chest Compressing every breath Eating away our heart Making us believe it is death It chills our clumsy hands Now pale and clammy with a sweat Fumbling, fluttering fingers Triumph and goal never met It slumps our wayward shoulders Weak and brittle with the load Falling for into our center Our last defenses overrode It slithers up the throat Bile threatening the mouth Lips trembling with fear Now parting to the south It finally finds our mind It is over; we are lost Desire has taken over And we must have them, no matter the cost
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
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It begins in our stomach A turning,twisting knot And it makes us fight it The most hopeless fight ever fought It rises to our chest Compressing every breath Eating away our heart Making us believe it is death It chills our clumsy hands Now pale and clammy with a sweat Fumbling, fluttering fingers Triumph and goal never met It slumps our wayward shoulders Weak and brittle with the load Falling for into our center Our last defenses overrode It slithers up the throat Bile threatening the mouth Lips trembling with fear Now parting to the south It finally finds our mind It is over; we are lost Desire has taken over And we must have them, no matter the cost
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omi
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
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