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Panic

Standing here withered, with clenched fist and a dented tongue.

Cracked teeth and a collapsed lung.

My nerves jumping the gun and firing sporadically,

... A million jolts to the body at once.

 

I'm here, with wide eyes and a broken jaw.

My heart races in anticipation.

A battle against myself.

 

A war I've never won.

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amanda-blomquist
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Oct 28, 2015
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