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Jun 2015
It
It* feels like a weight
on my chest
It feels like a pressure
on my brain
It feels like a lack
of oxygen
It feels like a knife
digging between my ribs
It feels like a hand
clenching my stomach
It feels like an aching
throughout my body
It feels like a vice
compressing my lungs.

but the thing is, i don't know what
It is.
I really don't know what it is.
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
(California)   
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