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My chest grows tight, not of fear ... well maybe a little, but mostly of joy, an unending pooling of emotions. Mixed in a little joy, a little regret, and some unsureness. So many others follow suit. I want to talk a walk, to do something and anything to give my mind release, but wherever I go my thoughts follow me. I can't escape these feelings, not even in order to get a grip of what they may mean. Or how I truely feel.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
No Escape
My chest grows tight, not of fear ... well maybe a little, but mostly of joy, an unending pooling of emotions. Mixed in a little joy, a little regret, and some unsureness. So many others follow suit. I want to talk a walk, to do something and anything to give my mind release, but wherever I go my thoughts follow me. I can't escape these feelings, not even in order to get a grip of what they may mean. Or how I truely feel.
annamarie-jenema
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
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