My lungs are squeezing,
My mind is wheezing,
The world is whirling,
My heart is throbbing.
Their eyes are watching.
The outside is a different picture:
My breathing seems normal.
My smile is strong,
And no one sees,
That I'm fine.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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