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Nov 2011
My body is sinking,
quick sand.
I keep over thinking,
confused.
Paranoid about your words,
self conscious.
Pounding in my head,
Blurring in my vision
Shaking in my skin.
Cold overflowing.
I see my breath-
Fog.
This isn't death,
this is life.
I'm living-

overpowered.
Written by
Naomi Gamby
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