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Jan 2016
It's pulsing against the back of my throat,
The desire to scream the emotion away.
I cannot, I will not. This is my problem.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.

I try to shout,
But it's just a breathe.
Take another,
Then a other;
Easy right?
*calm.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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