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today all the little yellow cubbies are full, and i cannot breathe. i'm walking quickly knees bending boots scuffing head down my throat is closing constricting choking. i can't remember how my face looks i'm afraid the panic inside me is creeping out everyone is looking at me. some kid is sitting in my cubby playing a game on his phone not caring that i NEED that cubby i am lost without it. i want to pick him up throw him out run away. i go down one isle of books up another... trying to look like i belong my chest is a black hole ******* in all the faces shoes clothes hair multiplying them until i cannot breathe i can't ever just be me i have to be what they want to see help.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
3 part harmony of a lost sailor
today all the little yellow cubbies are full, and i cannot breathe. i'm walking quickly knees bending boots scuffing head down my throat is closing constricting choking. i can't remember how my face looks i'm afraid the panic inside me is creeping out everyone is looking at me. some kid is sitting in my cubby playing a game on his phone not caring that i NEED that cubby i am lost without it. i want to pick him up throw him out run away. i go down one isle of books up another... trying to look like i belong my chest is a black hole ******* in all the faces shoes clothes hair multiplying them until i cannot breathe i can't ever just be me i have to be what they want to see help.
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Redshift
F/American
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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