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May 2015
it hits. hard.
like a ton of bricks
being swung at your chest
like a wrecking ball at a building,
it knocks you sideways
and you lose control.
everything becomes involuntary,
i don't even know what words
are spouting from my mouth anymore.

i hate losing control.
i hate this.
Chloe Ivy Rose Smith
Written by
Chloe Ivy Rose Smith  21/F/Winchester
(21/F/Winchester)   
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