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Jun 2016
You
I eat myself alive
Every thought flying out of reach
Incoherent
My head is spinning
I am drowning.

Do I want to exist?

But then you are there
The thoughts are within my grasp
The spinning coming to an end
Pulling me above the water.

I need to exist.

I am yours

And you are mine.
Eileen Chesney
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