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Crushed, crushed, crushing The struggle to expand - and my throat is closing again Heat, hot, dry Floats over ribs Seemingly detached Yet hugging me tight Claustrophobic - And this sickness (I'm sick of this sickness) Threatens to rise out Threatens, bubbles, teases But I'm all shut up now Not a whisper to escape Tired. Brain fogs Fingers doze All is fuzzed over All is removed All is discomfort
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Sick of this sickness
Crushed, crushed, crushing The struggle to expand - and my throat is closing again Heat, hot, dry Floats over ribs Seemingly detached Yet hugging me tight Claustrophobic - And this sickness (I'm sick of this sickness) Threatens to rise out Threatens, bubbles, teases But I'm all shut up now Not a whisper to escape Tired. Brain fogs Fingers doze All is fuzzed over All is removed All is discomfort
#stress#panic#sickness#discomfort
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TuesdayPixie
New Zealander
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
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