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Dec 2011
A glance.
My heart rate increases.
My stomach fills with butterflies.
My face gets hot.
My hands shake.
My lip trembles.
It's happening.
It's too late to go back.
I've fallen.
Hard.
Cold.
On the floor.
Alone.
You haven't caught me.
You've left me to rot.
Joanna
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Joanna
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